My hair is a bit longer than collar length; Ingrid was soon teasing it, tidying a few ends and was quite quickly satisfied. My ears itched but I was u...nder instructions not to move while she worked so I bore the discomfort. I was a bit alarmed when she got the tweezers out, she insisted she was only tidying a few stray eyebrows, then she set too with the make up. When she had done with my face to her satisfaction she turned to my nails and all too quickly I had delicate pink finger and toenails,. She’s someone from my distant past. Her name is Megan Fox. The last time I saw Meagan was the summer before high school. We were best friends all throughout middle school then she just disappeared. Years later, I heard a rumor that she dropped out, got into drugs, and wasted away.My dream was more of a memory––something that happened between us I rarely spoke of. Back then, Megan was this 5’2 punk-chick. She was really small––like 90lbs soaking wet. She had long raven hair that stopped above. Gazing again at the flesh spilling out of her gown, he replied, ‘Oh, I think the odds are very good, my dear, very good indeed.’ ‘So, am Ihired?’ she asked. ‘Yes, I’m willing to give you a try. When would you like to start?’ he asked, already happily calculating how much money she was going to make him. Of course he had lied to her when he had mentioned how much he would charge the customers. He was going to charge them much more than he had told her. ‘How about tonight?’ she suggested.. She begins to paint upon his chest as she says… ‘I want to fall asleep beside you, wrapped in the warmth of your arms… I want to know you as I’ve known no other.’ Once again she dips into the paints… mmmmmmmmm… mint and the other…. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm… plums. She begins to paint his arms as she leans into his ear and whispers… ‘I want to love you, as I’ve never loved… I want to move you and be moved by you, bodies and souls ungloved.’ she kisses his ear… and comes to his lips… where in the corner.