I want you to touch it … to stroke it … Make it hard … for me… massage it slowly so I can watch…It makes me Hot as I slowly remove my clo...thes… for you…My nipples are so hard now.. I can feel them straining, to be free , so You can see them I caress them for you….My hands run slowly down my body …to my inner thighs .. I move up caressing my way to the HEAT that you have caused ….I touch myself …..The thin material of my panties is now soaked with the my honey juice …. I slide my fingers. A mask of powder above a mask of flesh.Was I actually ready to do this? No. But I was as ready as I'd ever be.I'd had all week to prepare. I'd studied. I'd practiced. If I could foolthose girls into believing I was Miki, then how much harder would it betoo fool fans for fifteen seconds at a time?And then all of my confidence drained out of me in just a few shortwords."Oh Mik Mik?" an all-too familiar voice rang out behind me. "A moment,if you'd please?" My blood ran cold. Madeline, pulling me. I stood there a moment. ‘I don’t think it’s him.’ Cale’s brows drew together. ‘What?’ I looked down at my hands, and realized in surprise that they were trembling. I returned my gaze to Cale’s troubled expression. ‘I said, I don’t think it’s him.’ Cale exploded. ‘Why the hell not?’ I thought about it a moment. It was just a feeling I had. I searched for a way to put it into words, come up with some explanation he would understand. I cocked my head to the side. ‘He’s too much of a. I fear she matured far sooner than I have.”“Or me,” Joseph said. “It is a shame that she and Jonathan connected.”“Do you still desire her?” Elizabeth asked in a soft voice.“No,” Joseph answered. “She is with the man she is meant to spend her life with. I am content that she has found happiness. I was speaking more in how she was raised. As with me, she lost most of her childhood. Even after her parents died, she was forced to live in constant fear and remain hidden. I was simply thinking of how.