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Please note that the memories and artwork contained herein are copyrighted 1999, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007 |
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It is another flash of more of Lothar's pranks. I was tied down to the bed in a room that I think is at my parent's home. He is threatening me with shaving cream, and I think he is a bit drunk, which surprises me since I think it is the morning hours. The light in the room looks like morning sunlight. I am in only my underwear, and I am about 19 or 20 years old. I get the impression he trying to get me back for making snide comments about a mustache that he was trying to grow. He was going to shave the hair off my chest, but I don't have much hair on my body, so I'm not all that concerned. He looks down at my under shorts and pulls them down. I start to squirm and complain vigorously as he shakes the shaving brush in the "foaming jar?" and then puts shaving foam all about my groin. He sits on top of me with the razor, which is a straight edge and tells me that I'd better not squirm or else something important might get a nick. I stop moving since I am pissed off and mortified. Lothar proceeds to shave the hair off from around my groin, the big jerk. |
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