"OW." Jack heard Sam yell from inside the bathroom.
"Is everything okay in there?" Jack asked knocking the door.
"It's fine." Sam called back.
"Are you sure?" He questioned.
"You can come in and check yourself the door is open." He pushed open the door. Sam was sat on the edge of the bath dressed in a towel.
"What exactly are you doing in here?" He asked.
"Waxing my legs."
"Why?" He questioned.
"So I can wear my black skirt when we go out to dinner." She replied.
"I meant why didn't you just shave them it would have been quicker."
"Waxing them means I don't have to bother with them for a couple of weeks. It's not like I can say 'excuse me sir can we delay moving out this morning so I can shave my legs' is it?" She explained.
"Why would you care on missions anyway?"
"I'd rather have nice smooth legs if some lunatic decides I have to wear a dress again. It's a female thing."
"So what was the 'ow' about?" He questioned.
"I pulled too slowly. It's kind of like pulling off a band aid. It hurts less it you doing quickly."
"It can't hurt much other wise no-one would do it more than once."
"Roll up your pant leg." Sam instructed.
"Huh?"
"Roll up your pant leg and I'll show you how much this doesn't hurt."
"Oh you don't need to do that." Jack said.
"I think I do." She moved so she could get to his leg. Before he could stop her she had his pant leg up and had applied the waxed strip to his leg. "Before I do this there is something I should probably tell you."
"What's that?" He asked.
"I paid off the mortgage." She ripped of the strip in one swift movement.
"S*^t, F*@&." He cursed. "Damn. Ow."
"See it doesn't hurt too much." Sam smiled as she put her hand where she had waxed to keep the heat in the skin.
"Why would anyone do that?" He asked.
"The hairs desensitise some after the first couple of times."
"Still." She kissed him. "What was that about the mortgage?"
"I paid it off." She repeated.
"Why? I was managing perfectly well."
"It will save us money in the long term not having to pay exorbitant amounts of interest for the next twenty years." She pointed out.
"Sam..." He started.
"No, Jack don't pull that macho needing to provide for your family crap on me."
"Sam..."
"No. It's my house too. If you really have objections to it, put half the mortgage payment amount in a high interest account, we can use it for a rainy day." She suggested.
"Sam, I don't mind that you paid the mortgage off but you should have talked it over with me first."
"The bank called to say the payments were going up, so I told then I'd just pay off the whole thing in one go. I was going to tell you about it but I forgot with everything at work. I only remembered when I was talking to Dad about giving him my credit card to pay for the wedding." Sam explained.
"You know how much ribbing I'm going to get for have a waxed strip of leg."
"Do you want me to beat up the mean bullies for you?" She offered innocently.
"You could send them to some nice distant planet until they apologise." He suggested.
"For which I would get thrown in the Brig until they figure out they need me to find out what I had done to the gate because no-one else can fix it without taking the best part of five or six months."
"You could do that?"
"Jack I wrote the software and designed the whole system. I know every single part of the dialling system like the back of my hand. Siler and the gate techs have a pretty good idea how parts of it work but not the whole system. I could send some to one of the planets in the dialling computer and no-one would be able to find out which without going to every single planet one by one, which would have to be after they've had to hack through all the security walls and decoy programs I'd set up."
"Really."
"It would take ten minutes. All the base computers now have high brow security walls which means you can access them even from another terminal within the base with a specified sequence of keystrokes which General Hammond has locked in a lock box inside his safe. Every e-mail sent has to go through seven filters so we don't have a recurrence of what happened with Felger."
"Just how high is your IQ?"
"Higher than yours." She kissed him and smiled. "I've got to finish this if we're not going to be late for dinner."
"Okay, I'll leave you too it."
TBC
"Is everything okay in there?" Jack asked knocking the door.
"It's fine." Sam called back.
"Are you sure?" He questioned.
"You can come in and check yourself the door is open." He pushed open the door. Sam was sat on the edge of the bath dressed in a towel.
"What exactly are you doing in here?" He asked.
"Waxing my legs."
"Why?" He questioned.
"So I can wear my black skirt when we go out to dinner." She replied.
"I meant why didn't you just shave them it would have been quicker."
"Waxing them means I don't have to bother with them for a couple of weeks. It's not like I can say 'excuse me sir can we delay moving out this morning so I can shave my legs' is it?" She explained.
"Why would you care on missions anyway?"
"I'd rather have nice smooth legs if some lunatic decides I have to wear a dress again. It's a female thing."
"So what was the 'ow' about?" He questioned.
"I pulled too slowly. It's kind of like pulling off a band aid. It hurts less it you doing quickly."
"It can't hurt much other wise no-one would do it more than once."
"Roll up your pant leg." Sam instructed.
"Huh?"
"Roll up your pant leg and I'll show you how much this doesn't hurt."
"Oh you don't need to do that." Jack said.
"I think I do." She moved so she could get to his leg. Before he could stop her she had his pant leg up and had applied the waxed strip to his leg. "Before I do this there is something I should probably tell you."
"What's that?" He asked.
"I paid off the mortgage." She ripped of the strip in one swift movement.
"S*^t, F*@&." He cursed. "Damn. Ow."
"See it doesn't hurt too much." Sam smiled as she put her hand where she had waxed to keep the heat in the skin.
"Why would anyone do that?" He asked.
"The hairs desensitise some after the first couple of times."
"Still." She kissed him. "What was that about the mortgage?"
"I paid it off." She repeated.
"Why? I was managing perfectly well."
"It will save us money in the long term not having to pay exorbitant amounts of interest for the next twenty years." She pointed out.
"Sam..." He started.
"No, Jack don't pull that macho needing to provide for your family crap on me."
"Sam..."
"No. It's my house too. If you really have objections to it, put half the mortgage payment amount in a high interest account, we can use it for a rainy day." She suggested.
"Sam, I don't mind that you paid the mortgage off but you should have talked it over with me first."
"The bank called to say the payments were going up, so I told then I'd just pay off the whole thing in one go. I was going to tell you about it but I forgot with everything at work. I only remembered when I was talking to Dad about giving him my credit card to pay for the wedding." Sam explained.
"You know how much ribbing I'm going to get for have a waxed strip of leg."
"Do you want me to beat up the mean bullies for you?" She offered innocently.
"You could send them to some nice distant planet until they apologise." He suggested.
"For which I would get thrown in the Brig until they figure out they need me to find out what I had done to the gate because no-one else can fix it without taking the best part of five or six months."
"You could do that?"
"Jack I wrote the software and designed the whole system. I know every single part of the dialling system like the back of my hand. Siler and the gate techs have a pretty good idea how parts of it work but not the whole system. I could send some to one of the planets in the dialling computer and no-one would be able to find out which without going to every single planet one by one, which would have to be after they've had to hack through all the security walls and decoy programs I'd set up."
"Really."
"It would take ten minutes. All the base computers now have high brow security walls which means you can access them even from another terminal within the base with a specified sequence of keystrokes which General Hammond has locked in a lock box inside his safe. Every e-mail sent has to go through seven filters so we don't have a recurrence of what happened with Felger."
"Just how high is your IQ?"
"Higher than yours." She kissed him and smiled. "I've got to finish this if we're not going to be late for dinner."
"Okay, I'll leave you too it."
TBC