" As I said it I realized how crazy Imust have sounded, but I went on trying to convince them of who I was.The question went on for 90 minutes or so. ...n the end, when they left theroom, I knew they didn't believe me.As the time passed, the urge to go to the bathroom grew. I put it off aslong as I could, but I found myself sitting on the cold steel toiletwithout a seat. I figured I'd better remove the tampon from myself, as Ididn't think it would be a good idea to pee with it in me. I pulled. Can you write down your phone number for me, and I'll check with her, to see if she still has that painting?"I thought she was trying to pull a fast one on me when she asked for my phone number. She sure looked like the girl I'd seen from the edge of the woods that day. Same general size and body build, same shade of hair color, and I'd found her with an easel set up, painting a similar type of picture. This time it was an old covered bridge and not an abandoned house, but that was the only. She knew the Emperor, much as he loved her, would have to give her up to the soldiers in order to save his own life and throne. She'd predicted that they would come for her days ago, and ignored the rosier views of other concubines and her sisters. By the time the soldiers arrived, she was dressed in her best public clothes. Her hair was brushed out so it hung down her back, black and lustrous and lightly scented with flowers. She had used just a little musk to enhance her natural scent, behind. My cousin at the time was 17/F, she was a beautiful young women, with an amazing body, which i have had seen change and mature over the years. A few to many times we talked about doing, well rather unlikely cousin things if you know what I mean, to each other. Anyway, one day on Myspace I get a message from my cousin, saying she had a friend she wanted me to meet named Roxy. Now Roxy wasn't a skinny girl, but she wasn't fat either. Just big-ish. After the initial friend request and several.