Just because of hiding her face. Fuckinghiding. It hurts. The past years weren't bad. Hormones changed her. Shefelt more at home in her body. Surgery ...elped too. Ramona finally feltstrong and felt free. The scars on her arms faded over the years, onlyvisible when you knew where they were. She always was careful anyway. Shedidn't want anyone to find out, so she hid the coping she did because ofthe hiding. She's been clean for over two decades now. Only bit herfingernails until there were almost. She was very careful but quick. Once my eyes were done, she applied some blush to my cheekbones. "Now for the final touch, the lips," she said. "I want to make them as dramatic as the eyes." She took a lip pencil in a dark red and circled the outline of my lips, making them a bit fuller. Filling that outline in, she applied a lipstick in virtually the same shade that Sharon was wearing. "There, " she said, "You not only look like girlfriends, but sisters. You have very similar features and skin. The waiter looked at The Libertine from under his mask with a furious rage and then a direct and most sudden calmness fell upon him that Abby attributed to recognition. The room was still and Abby was sure the beating of her heart was audible. She felt it in her throat. The Libertine did not flinch. A beat hung and then directly it landed the waiter nodded and said; – “Perhaps you are right.” “Now apologise.” “I am sorry, Madame. I am mistaken.” Directly The Libertine nodded the party resumed. She shivered from the erotic effect and walked back to her chair, lifting her feet onto the ottoman and stretching out. The gossamery material fell away from her long shapely calves and thighs with a whisper and she looked down at herself narcissistically, the dark velvety down sprinkled over the V of her mound enticing her. She lifted the glass to her moist lips and consumed half of it, while the soft, romantic listening music from the radio created an enrapturing mood.God... if you were here.