TRUST ME
Sandra forced herself to breathe, closing her eyes as the woman washed her underarms with a strong-smelling alcohol and lavender liquid, drying the skin with a soft towel, then dusted her skin with powder.
“Here we go,” she said as she spread a layer of warm, sticky goo across her skin. Sandra wrapped her fingers around the bar and screwed her eyes closed, bracing herself for the unknown.
Rochelle smoothed a soft piece of cloth across the warm wax, quickly jerking it off in one fluid movement. Sandra screeched loudly, her fingers wrapping around the bar tighter to prevent from jumping off the table.
“Not so bad, eh?” Rochelle laughed, joined in by the deep chuckle from Creighton
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