Attention seeking.That's exactly what Jessica was. Art did his best. Again the end resultonly vaguely matched the girl in the video. Art considered he...had usedfar too much of the darker shade. His eyes were more like the goth kidshe saw at school. Attention seeking in a whole other way. His attemptsto use eyeliner left him with a blotchy and uneven line across both lidsand a sore left eye from where the pencil had slipped in.Art was begining to question to himself why he had done all this.. She definitely was having an effect on me and the guilt I should have felt about wanting to take advantage of her was fading.While I finished preparing dinner Gail was looking over the home owner's library. She pulled out a geological book and began to ask questions about the company and exactly what we do, how her skills might directly apply. She seemed to put the time since college totally behind her. What was she thinking then? Was I missing something? This woman and the one that slept on my. Over the years I have always communicated with her on a higher maturity level than her mother had so she always seemed to act more mature with me, not afraid of how I would react. I was always the disciplinary as well as the one she came to when she had questions or problems. I didn’t mind it seemed to make us closer.I want to give you a little history between us. During her junior high school days I started noticing how she would act differently when her mother was away, she even dressed. The area was also surrounded by a good few of the encampment who wanted a glimpse of Oonagh as well as see Roxanne in full fighting mode, something she’d only done with Verenestra, as none of us were that good yet.“Took your time,” Roxanne chided me.“Oonagh still has issues with the armour and self-image,” I shrugged.“Ah, well, she’d better get over them quickly or else this could be quite painful and humiliating for her ... in front of witnesses as well.”“I can hear you, you know,” Oonagh.