"You aren't going to offer to shave my legs for me, too, are you?" His hands suddenly stopped moving. There was a stillness and a silence for such a drawn out moment, she wondered if she had somehow offended him. "Marcie," he finally said. "Why in the world would you shave your legs?" "They're hairy!" "So what? Who's gonna care?" She thought about this for a second. She was on the top of a mountain in the middle of nowhere with a man who looked like Grizzly Adams in a place that didn't even have indoor plumbing. Why would she shave her legs? And armpits? Finally, in a little voice, she said, "I would." He"