Thread: What to check out in Paris shaving-wise

What?...More, you say?...you want to hear more of my little tale of Paris' darker side?.....so, where was I?....ah, yes....the scruffy old bartender had finished his straghtening chores and came out to close and lock the doors......we gathered our things..my jacket, her sweater and purse.....and as we stood on the curb, contemplating what remained of the evening and it's possibilities, she leaned into me, ever so close, and whispered with a faint breath of mellowed sherry that her flat was around the corner.....we walked off into the inky night, her arm in mine....both of us grateful for each other's company and steadying hands....we stopped at the dim pool of light from the corner streetlight and exchanged embraces and gentle kisses....she held me closer, and I cradled her head gently in my hands as we both explored each other's depths...her embrace became tighter, and as I carressed her face, I marveled at her silky smooth skin...I slid my hands down to her elegant throat, and in my drunken passion, my thumb slipped down and gently carressed her Adams apple....and, I distincly recall, it was at that precise moment, deep in the passionate embrace, that a tiny, distant voice echoed from my past....my years spent at university...hours spent studying medicine and anatomy......late nights spent in the deep bowels of the human physiology labs, memorizing all the myriad latin names for the muscles, bones, nerves and arteries.....and the voice, a little louder now, screaming something....what was it....as the kisses grew more intense, the voice got louder...until, suddenly, through the fog of Pernod and passion, I could clearly hear it......


.....'women don't HAVE Adams apples!'


-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-W-W-W-W-W-W ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

-but, even now, I still wonder....

"How in the hell did he shave that close???'

-I'm going to go take another shower

-whatever

-Lou