I figure I would be a sz 12 by the end of summer. I smiled to myself at how I had blackmailed dad into getting me the dirt bike, and all the gear. Son...-of-a-bitch should not haved r a p e d my ass, along with help from Mark Mattox, and Maurice. Putting on the chest protector and jersey, then back upstairs for a go cup of coffee, I head for the garage and swing open the door. It was a beautiful day in May in east Texas. Already heating up for the summer, about 80 degrees. School would be out in. How about I help you pull them back up before I tuck you into bed.”She didn’t hear a word I said.As soon as I got her panties up and tucked her in I went out to the car to get on my laptop, which I found conveniently stashed in the secure side pocket beside the batteries. I went back to the room to fire it up. I reached out to Paula to see if she knew what the hell was going on. She didn’t have any idea. No matter where she looked or searched she hit blocks of nothing. There had been data there. It fell cascading over smooth bare shoulders and framed an exquisitely feminine face with high cheek bones and deep green almond shaped eyes and by long thick lashes, accented with only a hint of eyeliner and a small, slightly up-turned button nose, set perfectly above a pair of lustfully full red painted lips and shining white teeth. The body was unmistakably feminine with a narrow waist swooping into curvaceously rounded hips and a shapely ass. A large round perky pair of breasts were cupped. I’m here to do your makeup. Before I get started, however, could you please sign these three forms? One is permission to publicly broadcast the show that you’ll be on. Another says that you waive any form of compensation beyond your winnings and the other is an affidavit that you’re over eighteen.” I quickly glanced them over and, seeing nothing surprising, signed each of them and gave them back to Franco. After he finished my makeup he said, “I’ll be back in a few minutes to escort you to.