After a relaxing bubble bath he put his satin nightgown on. Heloved how it felt on his body. He wondered why he hadn't noticedhow nice it felt before,... then decided it was because he was soworried about what was happening to him. He wondered why he likedthe feel of the women's clothes so much. He should feel bad aboutwearing them, but he didn't. The next morning he wore the coral dress with a sweetheartneckline and ruffle edge on the skirt. He felt sexy in it andwondered why he felt so happy. Blood. I peered up again. Greasy hair – closely resembling that of the sentry who had accosted me earlier – dangled from a slab of flesh, pierced through by a barb on the end of a rope-like growth. A cluster nearby looked older, the underside dark from dried, congealed fluid. Based on the smell, which brought to mind the time I got drunk and forgot about the meat for the cat I had left defrosting in the oven, I judged them to be three days old – the time since the concert in the. Some things are better left buried and forgotten, as my mom would say. I would be happy to forget all of fifth grade, for example (The glasses-and-pink-braces period…’ I continued reading looking up occasionally to see her looking at me over her chai tea, in rapt attention, eyes wide open, just smiling and listening. What was going on behind those liquid blue eyes, I had no idea. I kept reading to her from her book, pausing here and there only for a sip of my cappuccino. With the entire. Lauren took his head in her hands and murmured appreciation, feeling his lips and hands exploring her body. She clenched the cheeks of her bottom together, stretching in delight at the feeling of his attention.His hands slipped under the hem of her dress, gliding over the backs of her thighs and delving deliciously between her legs. His thumbs found the elastic of her knickers and he quickly lifted the material to allow his fingers entry and access to her buttocks. Warmth flooded her mind as.