Chapter 68

I was ecstatic as I made the announcement to my friends, "Folks, that's it; I've made my decision," and they all perked up to pay attention to what I had to say. "That mustache! She doesn't leave!" I say, and I watch as each of their faces becomes blank in turn. What exactly does that mean?

Arrogantly, Luise jumped in and said, "Our beards look absolutely gorgeous; mates might be jealous."

I brought my hand up to my unquestionably exquisite beard and ran my fingers along the coarse hairs to get a feel for the texture of the facial hair. It was an experiment on my part to see if I would look well in it, and it turned out that I did. Who could really be surprised by anything that I rock when I look this good? Now that I've used it and realized how much I enjoy it, I want to retain it, much to the apparent and newly discovered chagrin of my friends.

"Are you going to retain the beard, sweetheart? Amber reasoned, "I thought you'd get rid of it in a few weeks,