Once upon a time in a quaint Scottish village, a warm-hearted couple, Angus and Morag, opened their home to a young woman named Fiona who was in need of a place to stay. Eager to welcome her, they offered her a cozy room, and Fiona quickly settled into life at their little cottage, sharing meals and laughter with her new hosts.One dreary evening, after a long day,
Fiona shyly approached Morag with a request. “Do you mind if I take a bath? I could really use one,” she asked, letting a hint of embarrassment slip through her polite demeanor. Morag hesitated for a moment, then smiled gently. “Oh dear, we don’t have an indoor bathtub, but we do have an old tub out back! It’s a fine way to relax in the spring sunshine, although perhaps less so in this winter chill,” she chuckled. “If you want, you can use it any time, but Monday nights are the best since my husband is out at darts.”
Fiona nodded enthusiastically, grateful for the opportunity to unwind and clean up. She agreed to take a bath the following Monday evening, and as the days passed, she looked forward to the refreshing experience.When Monday finally arrived,
the atmosphere was crisp and clear. Angus had headed out to the local pub for his weekly dart match, and Morag set about preparing the outdoor tub, filling it with hot water. Once it was ready,
she admired her handiwork and waited for Fiona to come out.As Fiona stepped into the garden, the moonlight illuminated her figure. To Morag’s surprise, when Fiona began to undress, she noticed something unusual: the young woman was completely hairless below. Morag raised her eyebrows in intrigue. After Fiona finished her bath and retreated to her room, Morag couldn’t resist sharing the oddity with Angus when he returned from his night out.
What a curious thing! You won’t believe it, but she doesn’t have any hair down there!” she exclaimed. Angus, slightly incredulous, laughed it off. “You must be imagining things! There’s no way someone could be without that,”
he replied, shaking his head. Determined to prove her point, Morag suggested, “Let’s catch her in the act next Monday! Why don’t you leave the pub a little early, and you can see for yourself?”With a mischievous spark in her eye, Angus agreed,
and the following Monday, he did just that. He slipped out of the pub before the darts game had concluded and crouched in the shadows of their garden, curiosity bubbling in his chest.As expected, when Fiona came out to bathe, Morag casually struck up a conversation.
“Do you shave down there?” she asked, her tone light and teasing. Fiona looked surprised but responded honestly, “No, I’ve never grown any hair down there. How about you? Do you?”Morag grinned,
clearly reveling in this strange yet amusing exchange. “Oh, yes,” she replied with a sparkle in her eye, lifting her nightdress just enough to reveal her own robust bush of hair. It was a bold move,
and both women shared a laugh, their camaraderie deepening through the moment.Meanwhile, hidden in the shadows, Angus was struggling to contain his laughter but also grappling with disbelief. He could hardly believe what he had just witnessed! After Fiona concluded her bath, refreshed and revitalized,
she retired for the evening.Later that night, when Angus finally made his way back inside, Morag, a cheeky grin plastered across her face, asked eagerly, “Well, did you see it?”“Yes!” he replied, still grappling with the absurdity of the situation.
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What a curious thing! You won’t believe it, but she doesn’t have any hair down there!” she exclaimed. Angus, slightly incredulous, laughed it off. “You must be imagining things! There’s no way someone could be without that,” he replied, shaking his head. Determined to prove her point, Morag suggested, “Let’s catch her in the act next Monday! Why don’t you leave the pub a little early, and you can see for yourself?”With a mischievous spark in her eye, Angus agreed, and the following Monday, he did just that. He slipped out of the pub before the darts game had concluded and crouched in the shadows of their garden, curiosity bubbling in his chest.As expected, when Fiona came out to bathe, Morag casually struck up a conversation. “Do you shave down there?” she asked, her tone light and teasing. Fiona looked surprised but responded honestly, “No, I’ve never grown any hair down there. How about you? Do you?”
Morag grinned, clearly reveling in this strange yet amusing exchange. “Oh, yes,” she replied with a sparkle in her eye, lifting her nightdress just enough to reveal her own robust bush of hair. It was a bold move, and both women shared a laugh,
their camaraderie deepening through the moment.Meanwhile, hidden in the shadows, Angus was struggling to contain his laughter but also grappling with disbelief. He could hardly believe what he had just witnessed! After Fiona concluded her bath, refreshed and revitalized, she retired for the evening.Later that night,
when Angus finally made his way back inside, Morag, a cheeky grin plastered across her face, asked eagerly, “Well, did you see it?”“Yes!” he replied, still grappling with the absurdity of the situation. “But why on earth did you have to show her yours?”
Morag rolled her eyes playfully. “Why so upset? You’ve seen it for years!”“Aye,” he conceded with a chuckle. “But the darts team hadn’t!”And with that,
the cottage that night was filled with laughter, a reminder that sometimes, the most unexpected situations can bring a little joy and bonding, even in the most peculiar ways.
Though Fiona didn’t stick around long, the tales of her unusual bathing habits would echo through the darts pub for many a night to come, much to the amusement of the locals.
The end