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"What?? Who would pay you to look at their pussy??" No sooner had Lizzie asked that, she looked at rich girl Tammi.

Tammi held up her hands. "No! I feel naked enough without even Chuck zeroing in on my cooch." And she closed her legs. "Even if he was trained in waxing.

"Which he isn't!"

Lizzie tried to remember how much money she had with her.

"No! No! Don't get the wrong idea!" Chuck told them, waving their thoughts away. He brought his backpack around and pulled out a pamphlet. "See? I got a job! I'm selling merkins!"

"Merkins??" Lizzie asked.

"You're selling coosh wigs?" Tammi frowned.

"Pussy wigs? How??" Lizzie asked looking down and touching hers.