I looked at my face, and found myself being disappointed that itspoilt the effect, and was relieved when Sylvia said that it shewas more pleased with ...he overall look than she could possiblyhave imagined, but that they had to 'do my face' to finish thejob off properly. They sat me back on the bench, after showingme how I had to lift my petticoat and dress first, and removedthe dummy. They then spent what seemed like ages in applyinglayers of creams, foundation and colour before they were. Mitzy was my daughter, 20 years old and back from college for a vacation, she was quite an athletic girl, so from time to time got muscle soreness, and when she'd complained of that as we'd sat by the pool, I'd offered to give her a massage. I'd done some courses a few years ago and had a proper table and all the aromatherapy oils, but I'd only worked a little on friends and neighbors, so I was a little nervous when she said yes, but she seemed to be enjoying it so far. She was lying face down. She normally would rush home to cook dinner for her husband but this morning he left for a weekend fishing trip and wouldn't be back till late Sunday. When Judy, a co-worker asked her to join her for a drink after work, she agreed. Why not? There wasn't any reason to rush home to an empty apartment.Wendy just turned twenty three, married for two years to the man she had dated since high school. This was the first time that they were going to be separated for any length of time. Even though she. His brown hair hung over his eyes slightly, he was definitely due for a haircut. ‘Hey Stace, you look great! New outfit?’ he asked. ‘Yeah, just went shopping last week,’ Stacy answered. She was wearing a new black sweater and grey pencil skirt, over the last few weeks, Stacy had started a new work-out regime, and it had clearly shown as she had lost 2 inches off her curvy hips. ‘So what’s the movie for tonight?’ Stacy giggled, ‘I’ve been in the mood for some comic book-style blood and gore,.