xxxh: Knowing her not the first year, I did not expect to hear the question (even, rather a sentence) with such intonation. She said it as if she was ashamed that it was her thoughts, as if she had stolen it from herself. But, nevertheless, I agreed out loud and up to the end:"and... maybe... you’ll cheat?"And I couldn’t refuse.
In about 15 minutes I stood in front of her smoothly shaved.
Was it in the blood? Looking with a stunned look?
xxx: No, her following phrase was in the way we communicated: “Dumb, I was talking about the face!!”and "