Oh shit... she's looking right at me. "Can you play that thing?" She pointed at my sax. I smile. "Yeah." I wait a beat. "I like your shoes." Yeah?" sh...e lifted her foot, looking at her shoe... I could see the scared, but not too old red bottoms. Side note here. So the shoe thing is a hard one to overcome. If a girl will show you how worn her red bottoms are, you can fuck her. Here I was on a train with a girl in a short skirt lifting her foot to show me the bottom of her slutty heel. She was not. I numbly sat there straight backed not slouched, because of the corsetand clothing as she paused and retrieved the small whalebone pipe formthe bed cubbyhole. I smiled at her when she brought it back and handedit to me, the lucifer already in her hand. She struck it on thecandlestick resting on the vanity, we shared this pipe back and forth,smoking quietly until it was gone. We together undressed, herunbuttoning and untying my items and me undoing hers.I walked over to my lovely bed, clad only. There's not much I can do in the way of styling, but thelength and newfound silkiness alone just adds to my changingappearance.I've even tried out makeup again and high heels. The heels areworthless for my purposes. Oh, I can stand in them just fine, and eventake a few steps with no problems, but they're just not suitable forwalking on the sand or volcanic rocks that my island is mostly made upof. Shame, really; they make my legs look amazingly sexy.The makeup though... I mean it's silly to. She had three visible tattoos, a biohazard symbol on the side of her neck, and on each of her upper arms were daggers with snakes coiled around them. Above the one one her left arm, the word SEX was inscribed, above the one on her right arm, DEATH.She leaned forward, arched her back and took a deep breath."You see this face?" she asked.I maintained eye contact with her for several seconds, then diverted my eyes.When the silence became unbearable she continued."I've been told I have a blowjob.