I'm living with my old former friend Wade. He's arranged some sort of social art project, where he has 100 red-haired girls, and is leading them all around in a line, but they don't really have red hair, their hair is dyed red on the ends, for the purpose of being involved in this idea. I think it came from a line in a song, or some sort of slogan. He seems to be having fun with it. I think maybe he would let me borrow a few of them for a while - it would be fun just to be buried in a pile of red-haired girls.

He gives me one, and she goes to bed with me, but she seems a little odd. She has well-trimmed lady parts, but some very dark and organized stubble in the beard area. It's ok until I discover that her breasts are also covered in this tough, black, spiky hairs that I get weirded out, and lose interest, though I try to be nice, since she (or he) seems like a nice person anyway.