SLUT. She wasn't k**ding about thelipstick. High gloss, lots of it, and a painted pout that said "I like toswallow". The eyes were painted to match an... the lashes gave me a hint of littlegirl cuteness. With a wig I might of been passable, but with the hair I screamedBOY TOY SLUT.Then I thought to look at my nails. My god they were incredible. Very longcurves with the same bright red as my lips for color with a gold fleck finish. Iwas staring at them when she told me "Oh, I used lots of glue so. I-- I didn't mean to-- If you don't want to talk about it, we won't talk about it. I shouldn't--" Catheryne," Davina murmured. "Leave him alone."Jordan ducked his head and tried to control the welter of emotions crashing over him. Rage, yes--rage at making such a mistake, at not realizing that Catheryne's feelings towards Paitr had cooled. It was a stupid thing to have done and he had no patience with stupidity in himself. But beyond that was... Confusion. Ambiguity. For the first time ever, he. What Jimmy intends this picture to represent isanyone's guess, but, certainly, this is a creature that one would notcare to meet in a cave or anywhere else.In a few other fantasy pieces, Jimmy executes transsexuals whose penisesare of a size that would be incredible even for Harry Reems or Long DongSilver. In one, of a blonde shemale, for example, her testicles are thesize of baseballs, and her erect penis, as thick as both her arms, rearsto the level of her shoulders. It shoots quite a load,. There was the correct license plate: California 310 PCE. And just above it was the swirl of a small pinstripe tatt!I finally reached out and brushed my fingers over her body. It was solid, resilient metal, yet also warm, probably from the heat of the afternoon sun. She was no illusion. However this car got here, she was sure the real deal. Everything exactly where it should be. As to what that meant, however, I didn't have a clue.I looked around, wanting to see who was going to come claim this.