, with smallish tits from the hormones I'd been on thelast few years. My hair was it's usual gold blonde, shoulder length, and mymakeup was heavy for ...the spotlight with black mascara and eyeliner,eyeshadow in silver and charcoal shades, and dark plum blush with blood redpolish on my long nails. And for jewelry I only had on 3 pairs of largegraduated silver hoops in my three ear piercings and a silver chainbracelet.I always showed up early on these nights because I liked to start theevening by. She had a wonderfully expressive face, and when she smiled, Rebecca transformed from merely a pretty girl to an astonishingly beautiful one. And she seemed determined to have her cheeks break from the breadth of her happiness at having a large number of guests arrive at her home."Come in, come in," she gushed after she had shaken hands with everyone. "Welcome."She ushered everyone inside her house and Adam couldn't help the word that slipped from his mouth when he crossed the threshold."Damn,". But not then nor since had George noticed, and I long ago decidednot to mention it to him. Nor what went with it.That same morning I'd also bought myself the most expensive pair ofsexy, strappy, super-high-heels I'd ever owned. Two matched eroticsculptures -- wildly extravagant. Then shyly at first, wobblinguntil my ankles and calves strengthened, during the next months I'dworn them to various places where women wear such shoes. At firstaccompanied by divorced or widowed women friends, or. I do so dumbly thinking she's here, I'm here. A few moments later I'm invited to turn around again. She asks me why haven't I gotten out of my wet clothes. Suddenly signals from my body make their way through to my brain indicating I should be shivering right now.I grab several logs from the dormer and pile them into the fireplace. After a few attempts a respectable blaze starts warming the room. I wander off to change.When I re-enter the room I find her wrapped in a quilt on the floor in front.