"Now suck in those cheeks and hold it doll."There he was now, sitting like a regular girl in the back of a hugecosmetics store, having his makeup done... all alone. It was nothing likeTara and the gang just slapping a little color on his face in hisbedroom as they readied him for school, instead now he was beingprofessionally made up, as brush after brush touched his face. It wasimpossible not to wonder if they were teasing or serious about it notbeing that difficult to make him attractive, but he. Catherine’s eyes were a deep chestnut brown. She was extremely pretty. Her 5’6” was a perfect height for Bentley’s 5’11”. Catherine favored collared dress shirts and Bentley could only surmise they concealed a fantastic set of breasts. Her waist was slim and her legs long. Bentley still remembered the hospital picnic the past summer. Catherine wore a mid-riff shirt and her tummy was pale and fit. Bentley often fantasized kissing and licking Catherine’s exquisite abs.“Are you ok? You. Jennifer stood splayed in the middle of the room and cursed her impatience. Robert had never said what time he would be meeting her here. And did he definitely say tonight? She was only a little thankful that most of her weight was hanging from her arms, because it made it a little easier to stand in the ballet heels. But still...maybe if I just... Nope, definitely not going anywhere soon. Where is he anyway? Damn damn damn... Time stopped for an eternity, then Jennifer broke the silence with a. “I can’t see a damn thing,” he muttered, and pulled out a mostly dry length of wood. He tore a small strip off one of his heavy cloaks and wrapped it around the wood to make a torch. Silmaria made herself comfortable as well, unbundling her things and letting out a tired sigh as the Knight brought out flint and tinder. “Our food will be gone soon,” she said. “I know,” Rael replied. “What are we going to do?” A spark caught, and a soft glow came up from the torch. Rael nurtured the budding.