Makeup presented the opportunity to make some changes. I had notthought about it before. As a man you can vary facial hair, but I neverhad strong be...ard growth, and fakes are too easily spotted. I learnedthat makeup and the subtle use of shadow and highlighting can make aface seem a different shape. And every woman wears makeup, so there isnothing irregular. I made experimentation with makeup a singular task,and I really acquired some special skill. In a short time I was doingCoral's. Did you really throw the empty drums at the beggars?" Yes, adj. I'm sorry. I didn't think - wasn't thinking really." Oh no, old boy, it's brilliant. One for the squadron annals, that is!"A couple of days later, a new 'trophy' appeared in the Officers' Mess. It was a battered Lewis Drum, painted scarlet and with an engraved brass plate bearing the legend: "The Welford-Barnes Hun Trap. Patent pending."Phillip's first 'kill' was duly confirmed and the squadron threw a 'drunk' in his honour. The. ”“I’m sorry, okay?” Daphne wrenched her sopping hair from her eyes. “Just relax. Carmen’s not even here, and I have no idea where she is.”“So she could walk in any minute?” Mallory snapped and headed for the door. “Gotta go.” As she huffed away, she sighed and turned back. “But we WERE fucking when Dr. Jackson came in.” She looked down and scuffed her toe on the floor. “So thanks for covering for me, I guess.”Daphne moved to her bed, a soft-looking twin bed with a wooden frame and crossed her. At the very, very least, I deserved to be spread eagled on the bed, my bra shoved up, my panties yanked roughly down to my knees while he finger fucked me. At the very least.The hell continued. As I lay across his lap one night, my naked, beautiful bare ass exposed to his stinging hand, I squirmed in anticipation of his lovely slaps. Instead of swatting me repeatedly and hard, his formerly masterful, punishing hand was almost caressing. It was horrible! It was almost as if he couldn't bring.