She had never done her make up like this before and she as surprised by what looked back at her in the mirror. Dark, heavy eye shadow, red cheeks and ...blood red lips gave her a seductive look that was at once startling to her but also extremely arousing. 'I am not a whore but I damned sure look like one now', she mused to herself. That thought disturbed her until she realized that she was making herself up in a way she never had to encounter a man she had never met in a place she had never. Meanwhile her phone rang, it was her boy friend. I took the phone that his girl friend is very bad and not giving me mangoes. She took the phone and I said see he has agreed now I can eat my mangoes and took my hand near her boobs, she resisted but kept quiet as she was on phone and did not want her boy friend to know about it. I started pressing it and swaying and pinching her nipples, she moaned. She told her boy friend that something bit her leg that s why she s making sound I was excited I. They treated me like I was his widow. Sometimes it was embarrassing to imagine what they must have thought but everyone was polite. Rhonda stopped and held my hand for a long moment while tears streamed down her cheeks. Eventually, she pointed at the picture she’d painted and just mouthed, “Thank you,” and then left.Another blonde in black stood before me. I was a little in awe. Cali Marx had come to Dag’s funeral.“You must be Deb Riley,” she said softly. I nodded. “I know I’m probably no older. At this restaurant worked a 34-year-old married woman named Lynda. She was a waitress. She was around 5’2” tall, coal black hair, ice blue eyes and the creamiest complexion I have ever seen. Not to mention an awesome figure that any man would give a nut to see unclothed! She had a daughter that was only one year younger than me and a devoted husband but that didn’t stop me from fantasizing about what it would be like to make love to her. I especially fantasized about her at night when teenage.