Ifinally decided to ask my parents what they thought. My mother was a bitdoubtful, but Daddy (that's what I'm calling Eric now, he's been so greatto m...e lately) was all for it. He talked her into showing me how to figureout what colours to use, and all the different options and products. Ihad no idea it was so involved!May 7After more than two solid weeks of practice, I finally went to a trainingsession today wearing makeup. I got a round of applause from the othergirls! And Joy gave me a great. Like, he's always staring at the other guys. And when we were in themovie last night he kind of shifted around in his seat so that his legwas rubbing up against mine. He's let his hair grow really long - likeit falls to below his shoulders - and I think he uses a perfumed shampooon it. (Now my hair used to be fairly long, it brushed against the topof my shoulders, but long hair can lose you points in a competition sonow I keep it cut short). And his name is "Romey" - now who names theirboy. You’re right. It was never like that with us. I don’t know why. I can’t explain. It has nothing to do with whether I love you or not. Please believe that.’ ‘I think you should come over here right now,’ Gary persisted. ‘And give me a blow job.’ It wasn’t a command. It wasn’t forceful. It only served to amplify the differences between Gary and Greg. Gary just didn’t have that streak in him. ‘Gary,’ Julie replied, trying to sound like a mother reasoning with a child, ‘let’s be serious. I never. "I shaved it this morning. Feels like a baby's behind." I giggled while saying that which spoiled the mood for an instant on the phone, but not for my body.I was running my fingers over the inside of my thighs. That always felt so good. Not so long ago I read somewhere in a women's magazine that the reason why females enjoy this so much, is that the nerves in a woman's clitoris are so long that they reach all the way down inside a woman's thighs. I don't know if that's true, but it was giving.