To a huge high school in the city was going to be a rude awakening. Both in how she feels like a woman but also in how she feels about being prey for ...thers. It excites her body knowing every male is looking at her like she is either going to be their food or their mate. And most females see her as a completion for there boyfriend's or as a meal. For the first few months in high school were agonizing for her for the last few years all of her needs were met in a whim. She never had much. I was never asked what length I wanted, what color I wanted or anything else for that matter. But when she finished I had nails as long as my wife/Mistress that were an even deeper red that what she had. They also had a gold glitter sprinkled over them and then sealed with a clear topcoat.After that experience, I was taken into a small and private room (which made me feel even more comfortable) where my toenails were given a treatment and then polished to match my fingers. Then my eyebrows were. I park my car and I start to psych my self up to go out andwalk around the town. I nearly chicken out. After all, it's the middleof the day in broad daylight. I finally say "eff it" and get out (dammitFirework, telling me to open doors!). I grab my purse and swing my legsout. Bam, I am out!With each click of the heel, I gained confidence. The gust of windblowing up my legs and into my dress carried me away and my heartpattered like a nervous beat to the girly songs I was blasting in thecar. I guess I told her!“This is David.” I said, hitting the speaker button on the phone. Being one handed had drawbacks, like not being able to jot down a note if you are holding a phone.“David, it’s Cassadee Pope. We met in New York?”“Cassadee! Of course, I remember you. How are you?”“Wonderful! My tour is almost over and I am looking forward to some real sleep! Listen, my label said you left a message for me to contact you, but things have been so hectic that I just plumb forgot. They said it was.