That Lost Week

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Monk smiles as the water sprays out over him, “Heh, it feels funny going into a shower fresh from a shave. Like being caught naked.”

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Monk came out of an early nap, and Simple Tree was watching TV. Remembering his intention to shave, he was able to take advantage of this perfect opportunity. He went all the way, no mere trim, but a full shave leaving his face bald and smooth. It burns a little, but it also feels good.

Having to stare at the mirror that long was harder, as he finds himself repeating that confession, "I really can't blame Gabe. I am one ugly fucker."

As he awkwardly hacked away at all that facial brush, he also recalled the little look of surprise and disgust when he told her over the webcam that he does not use a lot of shaving equipment, just needing scissors to trim, revealing to her how uncouth and raggedy he is.

The hurt went deeper when she remarked in a later conversation about his facial hair, "You grow a beard to cover your face," punctuating it with a facial expression of having made a witty and sharp putdown, supposedly too subtle for Monk to appreciate. That is a rationale he has self-deprecatingly used before, but he does not recall ever telling her that.

By the time he finishes his shave, Monk is blaming her a little. "She could have accepted me for a week. Just one week. After all, she is not the Puppet Master any longer."

At least he made his deadline, before his toy arrives this Wednesday. Monk smiles, "There's some life in the old boy yet, huh?"

xXx

That Lost Week

♠
Monk smiles as the water sprays out over him, “Heh, it feels funny going into a shower fresh from a shave. Like being caught naked.”

~
Monk came out of an early nap, and Simple Tree was watching TV. Remembering his intention to shave, he was able to take advantage of this perfect opportunity. He went all the way, no mere trim, but a full shave leaving his face bald and smooth. It burns a little, but it also feels good.

Having to stare at the mirror that long was harder, as he finds himself repeating that confession, "I really can't blame Gabe. I am one ugly fucker."

As he awkwardly hacked away at all that facial brush, he also recalled the little look of surprise and disgust when he told her over the webcam that he does not use a lot of shaving equipment, just needing scissors to trim, revealing to her how uncouth and raggedy he is.

The hurt went deeper when she remarked in a later conversation about his facial hair, "You grow a beard to cover your face," punctuating it with a facial expression of having made a witty and sharp putdown, supposedly too subtle for Monk to appreciate. That is a rationale he has self-deprecatingly used before, but he does not recall ever telling her that.

By the time he finishes his shave, Monk is blaming her a little. "She could have accepted me for a week. Just one week. After all, she is not the Puppet Master any longer."

At least he made his deadline, before his toy arrives this Wednesday. Monk smiles, "There's some life in the old boy yet, huh?"

xXx