The first thing I wanted to do was try on some of Gina's clothes. Every new outfit I tried on made me feel more like Gina, more like the twelve year ...old girl I looked like on the outside. I knew her mother wouldn't let her, or rather me ... wear lipstick and other makeup in public yet, but Gina had bought some to practice with at home and I felt a sudden urge to try some on my young, childlike face.It was a lot of fun. The old me would have thought it was a waste of time, but the new me. I had learned early and painfully why the savages in National Geographic always seemed to be wearing something like this in the bush. I held a heavy but well-balanced spear above my head as I peered into the clearing below me.The smaller females seemed to be able to slip through the undergrowth unimpeded.There was a whistle and the thick foliage rustled. A fat hog-like rodent burst squealing into view. A painted Jennifer suddenly appeared as she stepped from the dark green mass of the jungle.. " With the phone to her ear and a huge smile, she dug in her purse and tossed me the box and a lighter and continued to giggle to the "sweet nothings" this chump was telling her. I went out on the balcony to smoke and give her a little privacy. I don't know why I didn't like that dude. He never did anything but try to get along with me. But any time she and I went anywhere, he constantly called to make sure she wasn't with another man. Maybe I was just jealous since I recently ended a. At first she doesn't respond. But then she is kissing me in earnest. I feel wetness on my cheeks. Her tears are falling onto my face. I put my hand around her shoulder, simply lightly holding her body."Just relax, Love," I say, easing her back against the mattress, "I'll take care of you." We continue kissing with me lying on top of her. I'm slowly and gently rubbing my leg between her legs. Every so often I begin kissing down her neck, gently treating her shoulders and collar to kisses, always.