I wouldn't say she didn't "need" makeup, because women who thought themselves so naturally beautiful that they didn't "need" it weren't doing themselv...es any favors. No woman needed makeup, but none looked worse with it on either. At least, not in my mind. Maybe that made me a superficial asshole. I don't know. Still, Aunt Iva was naturally beautiful. Well, supernaturally, to be precise, but still. She wore the kind of sleepwear that was actually comfortable, rather than the kind that the women. I was about to put a movie on when the power went out. I grab my flashlights, handed one to Amy and I quickly check the breakers knowing that it was the storm that took out the power and I was right. Amy decided to head to bed since she’s had a long day. I gave Amy an extra blanket to cover up with incase she got cold. Lucky for us my place has a fireplace to keep the house warm. I light it up and get it nice going before I turn in. As I walk up the stairs past Amy’s room I hear a soft sigh. I. It should be a real rager. Every detail has been looked into:-Alcohol- beer, punch, a half dozen types of liquor, you name it.-Music- DJ already setting up-Entertainment- Dance floor, Beer Pong, Bar, even Strip Poker in the basement“Party Favors”- Your dealer “Sketchy Greg” came through; weed, a little coke, even some Viagra for those with “Whiskey dick”-Guest list- Your Social Chair had been sending invites on social media to every hot girl you and your brothers could think of, and you. ”Luca was dumbstruck at the brief story. To try and ease the tension, Owen asked if Luca minded if he smoked. When Luca shook his head no, Owen added, “It’s a dirty habit I know, but I picked it up in high school and have been smoking on and off since then.”Luca ran a hand through his short blonde hair, in awe of the story he’d just heard. This made Owen laugh. “You’re still surprised?”“Ah, yeah, yeah I am.” Quickly and seriously, Owen asked Luca how long he had known he was gay. He had done.