<span style="color: #ff0000">"Nope, I'm smooth and hairless." </span>She took the rag with a nod and a frown.<span style="color: #ff0000">"I don't want her to play with any of me." </span>She lathered up her rag and started with her breasts then worked her way down.<br/><br/><span style="color: #8000ff">"All this wisdom but you were too weak to defend yourselves? I'm not... Growling is habitual, sorry. I just don't own much so when I lose something it upsets me. My weapons are an extension of me as a person. Having them stolen from me just makes me unhappy." She leaned back in her chair and sighed softly. "I can barely read or write above a child's level, even if I could sing I wouldn't be able to record my songs."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>