My ability to apply make-up had become quite good. Iwas surprised and could not figure out why this had been soeasy. Putting on stockings had been mor...e difficult. I hadtorn several pair early on. His instructions (Sir Cock, theonly name I knew) became more and more frequent and exact.Only garters and stockings, dangling earrings, sanitary padsto be worn when told, etc. were mentioned in various emails.Finally Friday May 2nd came and everyone at the officewished me a wonderful two weeks. The. At the pool she’d had no make-up on, but now Anne had done her face and eyes with dark eye shadow in a way that made her look much more mature and sexy. Anne’s fingernails were pink matching her toenails. Anne didn’t look like the sexy teenage girl-next-door anymore; she looked more like a sexy but still innocent young lady. Anne stood in my hotel suite doorway acting a bit coy and timid which for some reason attracted me like a bee to pollen. “I hope this is OK John? I really didn’t want to go. He never told me nothing about it directly, I just heard it around. But Little Tony drank a lot, and was hooked on pain killers big-time. Not aspirins, either. I'm talking Percs, Oxys, morphine. Big. Time. It seems his back was fucked up, which caused constant pain. And a couple of limbs were bent. And he lost an eye, so they gave him a glass one.The thing I didn't know about glass eyes, is you don't just get one and wear it forever. They wear out. And your eye-socket changes shape, and a bunch. "Well, in the Uber, I was hoping you'd be feeling better, so I madereservations for eight tonight at Minuit," Felicia replied.Minuit was a trendy new French restaurant in town, one that Felicia hadwanted to try for ages."No way! I can't go out like this!" Carl insisted."Why not? I mean, if I didn't know you, I'd never know you weren't agorgeous leggy brunette," Felicia said as Carl blushed at thestatement. "Plus, it's sorta sexy, you know? Going out in disguise." Maybe for you, you're not the.