No shoes, okay?"she said as she gently shook a small aerosol can.Then she held my hands and quickly sprayed my finger nails with a lightmist, and then...bent to spray my toenails.Angie smiled at me warmly and winked. "Your hands and feet really areso beautiful."I sat in a daze of embarrassment and post-traumatic stress. I felt likeI needed to take a nap. My heart was fluttering, and my mouth was asdry as an old cork. I was afraid I might pass out. Marilyn was payingfor our nail treatments. Carefully she placed the wet towel against her lip and held it there. When the towel touched her face she winced in pain. She tried to wipe as much of the dried blood as she could but missed a couple of places. I held out my hand and asked, "May I help?"She nodded her head and looked up at me. As carefully as I could, I wiped at her face, removing as much of the blood as I could. I could feel her flinch once in a while, but all in all, she was a real trooper and let me clean up her face as best. We can use the same vent stack that’s there now. I’ll put that on the list.”Ron’s pencil danced over the paper as he drew in the new rooms of the existing house and the addition, all without using a straight edge. He showed me what he’d finally produced and I told him I liked his ideas.He finally asked permission to cut a section of wallboard out so he could determine the kind of construction where the new wing of the house would go. I sanctioned his move, and he took a two-foot square piece. 09) Sunbathing: After taking a few sips I put my wine glass on the deck and then went indoors again to get my sunglasses. I then sat on the rug leaning against the kitchen wall. I relaxed, with my sunglasses on, reading, sipping wine and making small conversations with grandpa. I kept crossing and uncrossing my legs. At one stage I opened my thighs (quite unlike a lady) and got the sun to enter my inner thighs. I caught grandpa staring at my pussy on several occasions. Thong always invites.