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Here's a quick preview of my new, kinky story, "Smooth Operator" that just went in the queue at all three sites. =========================== Straight to voicemail. Jason ended the call without leaving a message and sighed. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid, he silently chided himself. Of course, he couldnâ€™t have known that Sheila would react the way she did. He never would have guessed that revealing his shaving kink would freak her out. Obviously, it had. The look on her face had spoken louder than words. Heâ€™d told her to forget he brought it up, and she said it was fine, but then said she wasnâ€™t feeling well and went home not long after. She hadnâ€™t answered a text or phone call since. Alternately mad at her and himself, heâ€™d tossed and turned all night, and then spent most of the morning pacing through the apartment. His phone rang, and he looked to see it was Sheila. Nervously, he answered, â€œHello.â€ â€œHi.â€ After a few seconds of uncomfortable silence, he asked, â€œAre you okay?â€ â€œI... I donâ€™t know.â€ â€œIâ€™m sorry. Just forget I ever brought it up,â€ he apologized. â€œI canâ€™t. I just... I never thought you would... Itâ€™s just so weird.â€ â€œItâ€™s not important. Itâ€™s just a silly fantasy. Itâ€™s not like itâ€™s something I need.â€ She sighed, and after a pause, said, â€œIâ€™m sorry I havenâ€™t been answering. I need some time.â€ â€œAre you breaking up with me?â€ he asked. â€œNo. Of course not. Iâ€™ll text you, okay?â€ â€œSheila...â€ â€œIâ€™m sorry. I just canâ€™t even right now.â€ â€œOkay. I...â€ he trailed off before finishing with love you because the line went dead. He looked at the display in disbelief and muttered, â€œAre you fucking kidding me?â€ He tossed his phone on the couch in irritation. It only got worse a couple of hours later. He hadnâ€™t been out or spoken to anyone about the whole affair, but text messages and phone calls from his friends checking in on him confirmed that word had gotten out. Nobody had yet mentioned what had started the whole thing, but then again, he doubted any of them would be callous enough to do so if they had heard. At least word that he didnâ€™t want to talk about it spread just as quickly, and people left him alone. By the time evening rolled around, he was too emotionally exhausted to be anxious or angry, and ended up sitting on the couch in the dark, half-listening to music. A knock on the door broke his reverie. He remained on the couch, afraid it was another friend coming over to check on him. Even worse, it could be Sheila. He was in no frame of mind to make up with her after sheâ€™d aired their dirty laundry to at least one person with a big mouth. He needed a little time. At least a chance to try to sleep on it. A second knock sounded, and he reluctantly got up. The music playing made it fairly obvious he was home. No matter who was at the door, not answering it was probably going to make it worse. When he opened the door, his brow furrowed, because it was nobody he expected. It was Sheilaâ€™s younger sister, Jamie. â€œSo, my sisterâ€™s being a real bitch, huh?â€ Jamie said by way of greeting. He stood staring, wondering why she was there. It was unlikely Sheila had sent her, because the siblings didnâ€™t get along very well. Jamie grinned and chuckled before asking, â€œCan I come in?â€ â€œUhm... Yeah. I guess.â€ He let her in â€“ still perplexed. Jamie barely waited for the door to close before she started in. â€œI knew something was up when Sheila came home to do laundry this morning. She was acting all weird. So, I kind of eavesdropped on her when she was on the phone.â€ He watched her sit down on the arm of the couch, and at a loss for what to do, remained where he was. He asked, â€œDo you know who she was talking to?â€ She shrugged. â€œNo clue. Anyways, she said you had a thing for watching a girl shave her pussy. Creeped her out, I guess.â€ Jason involuntarily groaned and reached up to rub his temples. Even though he assumed that had gotten out as well, hearing it confirmed was another thing. Jamie continued without missing a beat. â€œLike I said, sheâ€™s being a real bitch. I donâ€™t think itâ€™s creepy. Itâ€™s kind of hot, actually. Iâ€™ll do it for you.â€ His hand fell to his side, his eyes widened, and his mouth dropped open. He gave a shake of his head and asked, â€œWhat?â€ â€œI said, Iâ€™ll do it for you. I think itâ€™s hot.â€ With that, she reached into her purse, pulled out a ladyâ€™s razor, and twirled it in the air. â€œNobody else ever has to know.â€