I'm taking a hot bath. I really like hot baths. I'm getting ready to shave my rms. The first thing I have to do is wash off the deodorant. I like to cake it on, you know. Once I've washed it off my razor will glide over the skin, off the hairs. Chop. Chop. Chop. It's something I have to do because my husband likes my armpits smooth. He insists I shave them every single day, although sometimes I skip a day or two and he never knows. It will be our secret.
