“It’s soft.”“I like my beard, too,” I said, a little confused. I’d had a beard ever since Lucy died and I was too distraught to go through...daily rituals like that. It turned out having a beard wasn’t so bad, and then I found out it had some advantages, so I’d never shaved after that. This was the first time she’d talked about it, though.She reached up and brushed the back of her hand across my chin.“I wonder what that would feel like...” Then she stopped.“What?” I asked.“Never mind,” she said.I. The difference was that these blades were stronger than the current blades in use throughout Europe and could break or slice through most enemy blades. In addition to the new swords, new bows, and explosives, I trained the men to use a nineteen-foot lance. The lance consisted of three, six-foot pieces of wood that could be coupled together securely using steel tubes so they were easier to transport, topped with a one-foot steel tip. The men also practiced fighting with just the six-foot top. Soon we stopped to pick up Aunt Joan and Mary, who both kissed andhugged me and told me how pretty I was and happy they were that I wascoming out with them. Aunt Joan said, "Girl just love to shop and I amsure you will like it too." Mary took my hand and sat in the back seatwith me. She was now 15, and she kept talking very low about all theboys she liked, the latest clothing trends, new makeup items, etc. Shedid not talk to me about sexy things, but she made it clear she was gagaover one boy. I was wearing the same tights and thong, only this time I had my red and green plaid mini skirt and a white blouse with a matching blue bra under. I had my brunette wig and styled it up in a neat high-ponytail. Heavy make up on me, consisting of mascara, dark red lipstick, eye shadow and a blush on my cheeks. My entire body hairless from my eyebrows down and no shoes on just my tights. "Uhh this old perve has even taken his pants off! Hes wearing short briefs! Eww" I think as he looks me up and.