Good Hygeine

“Well,” Jane replied, “It might turn into an adventure. You see, when the Clarion School was founded, it had a mission to raise polite, cultured, healthy young ladies. The panties you’re wearing were supposed to allow us to keep ourselves, well, cleaner. Something about the free flow of air.” John chuckled and said, “Just so there’s no electrical shocks or anything involved.” “No, but there’s more.” Jane added with a grin. “Since god knows when, all Clarion girls have shaved themselves clean below the navel. You don’t have to, because its not a rule, but …”

“But it’s a tradition, and as a Frosh, I should go along to get along, right?”

“Right.”

Jane stole a glance at John as they walked, and suppressed a giggle as he looked skyward, as if asking what more could happen to him. “Is this part of what you all were giggling about at dinner? He asked. “Yes,” was the reply. “Gina and Beth said they’d help us if you wanted them to.”

John looked at Jane, decided she was serious, and said …