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September 28th, 2011Comments
When Tatum complimented her on her eyes she beamed at the older girl. "You really think so? I think Jenny's are a little more blue and she has super long eyelashes! Probably 'cause she's the oldest" Ella joked.
"How can hairy pits not be totally stinky?" Leaning closer to Tatum more, eyes wide and slightly alarmed she whispered. "You know what though? What if like, you were doing stuff with a boy and then they have a hairy butt." She paled slightly and swallowed. "Wouldn't you just freak out?"
Despite being a twin herself, Tatum had only really begun to be able to tell Jenny and Ella apart since Sera had started dating Jenny. It was kind of easy to tell them apart once you actually got to know them. It was more mannerisms than appearances though. She had never really noticed a difference, but then again, she usually refrained from checking the twins out for her own sanity and Sera's wrath. She smiled sheepishly, shrugging. "I do," she agreed. "I mean, not that I've like.. stared into your eyes all the time or anything. Or y-your sister's. But they're definitely super cute!"
When Ella leaned in closer, Tatum did the same, waiting to hear what she was going to say. Upon hearing it though, the redhead snorted in laughter. "Oh my god, I'd bail!" she laughed, clapping a hand over her mouth. "Fuck that, I'm not down for that, I'm-- no, I'm like.. totally not doing stuff with a boy until I'm, uh, married. And I'm not m-marrying anybody with a hairy ass."
Ella looked a little alarmed, as if Tatum had just unrooted a genuine concern in her. "But how would you know until you married him! Then you'd have to live with his hairy butt forever!"
"N-No way," Tatum replied, looking a little alarmed herself. She always worried about the sort of thing, sometimes she wondered if her father expected her to be married by the time she graduated university, with the way he talked. She had nightmares about being stuck with the worst kind of guys.
"Now I'll have to check, that's-- no way. I want a cute boy, no hair!" | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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