“How long do you want?” he replied laid back.
“Fifteen minutes. That’s all.”
Perhaps that was a compliment; that she didn’t need the whole night to fix my face. But I was sort of proud of my first attempt at improving my looks.
She sighed approval on seeing my kit of camouflage bits. “How can you not get it right with this?” she asked, not meaning to be rude.
“You can’t make a silk purse out of a sow’s ear,” I replied, a touch miffed.
Ray had gone to the bog, so didn’t witness her s****l advance, though I don’t suppose he would have given a damn. More likely he would have told us to hang on while he sold tickets.
Her hand slipped inside my dress and bra and gently felt a tit. A finger drifted to my n****e and stroked. She had a way with her hands. Monique knew just how to touch a per
