Stacy made an, "Oh." Face in response.It was how she did it that caught my attention: Stacy was hiding something. Unlike her daughter Stacy is a very ...oor liar and has no poker face whatsoever. If she thinks something you see it if not on her face than somewhere else in one of her actions.In this case I saw several indicators that something was wrong from her breaking eye contact and rushing her clean up to get away. Gently grabbing both her hands I waited until her gaze met mine."What is it?". Elsie always flushed red when Chris grabbed his wife's ass while kissing her prior to her leaving for the day. The others, working in the outer offices, never witnessed this raw display of sexuality between them.Another thing that Chris loved about his wife. Gabrielle allowed her hair to grow down to the end of her shoulder blades. She'd toss her head like Miss Piggy of the Muppets which always made him laugh either at home or at the office with her nose in the air, like Miss Piggy. Gabrielle. She powdered her face as pale as possible, adding a dark red wine shaded eye shadow and a thick black line of eyeliner. She found matching lipstick and applied it before looking in the mirror. She russled her hair a bit and reexamined herself. Finding herself satisfactory, she headed back out the door to the club, and up on the stage.As people, mostly men, gathered around the stage to watch, Angel danced half heartedly. Her head was never in her dancing, and she would never let her heart be in. “Vee might show up at any moment.”Thirty minutes later, we were seated at either end of a surprisingly lumpy couch sipping sodas when Vee opened the front door. Everyone said hello and then Vee said, “Jason, I’m sorry I missed our tutoring session. Was Steph able to help?”“More than I can say,” I said.“Oh, good,” she said as she shed the jacket she was wearing and stepped into her bedroom. She came back a second later. “Are you washing my sheets?” she asked Stephanie.There was a stacked.