She washed the beef, potatoes, carrots and gravy down with the strong French wine. When her plate was clean and her glass was dry, she walked over to ...the rocking chair in front of the fireplace. Warm, stomach full, she realized that she felt the best that she had in weeks. She sighed with pleasure and sat back in the rocking chair. Cliff smile at her, and she gave him her warmest smile in return. She felt SO much better... And he was so sweet to her. She would have to do something to even the. The desert is empty, it's true. And there areno mirrors here but the air is cool and a breeze blows my ringletsgently and I have a hunger for beauty apart from my own. But there you are suspended in space above me, encased in acomforting bubble of sultry self-seduction and I must join you. Onthe first tread of the stair at Carlotta's, the girls thawingbelow, my hard-won beauty cribbed from an old Vogue, my demeanoras submissive as a scarecrow. Ready, girls? The conversational din of the. She turned me around and gave me a gentle push towards her bedroom door."Close it when you leave," she whispered.I didn't. I'm surprised I could even make it out of the room without slamming into something. All I could see were those breasts, and a very quick view of what could only be trimmed pussy hair. I'd seen lots of pictures of women down there, and all she had was a thin stripe that went up and down. I wanted to turn around for another look. Maybe she sensed that, because she whispered,. A warm feeling flowed through me as I looked at the images of me as a very pretty little girl. I followed the line of photos along the wall until I came to some of this little boy who looked familiar in some way. It took a few minutes to realise it but the young boy was me! How could this little boy in these photos be me? I was a pretty little girl, not a young boy, or was I? Things we're slowly starting to slot into place in my mind. I was now a little girl, that did little girl things and.