’ She was laughing, damn her. The dress went over his shoulders but stopped at his shins. He looked like a fool. She hauled him down, slapped a wig...on his head and pulled out a box of paint. She rubbed paint on with a practised hand. Muttering about stubble, she put extra on his chin and cheeks, then finished by sticking two large warts on his nose and chin. She grabbed his discarded clothes, stuffed straw into them and arranged them on his bed. From the doorway, it might look like a sleeping. .....Anyway as I surveyed the going’s and comings, my eyes caught a glimpse of Ms. Pious(not her name). I was immediately caught by her smile and deep brown eyes. She nodded and we exchanged pleasantries, she headed to a cosy corner on my relatives suite and chatted a bit with a few of my relatives friends I assume they were of mutual acquaintance, I knew from the jump I wanted to fuck this woman I could feel the lust building in my loins, so I looked for my opening and made a move, I can’t. ‘I’m an angel, junior grade.’ Stacy looked carefully, but could detect no angelic wings nor hear the sound of a harp playing. The Choir Invisible was similarly noticeable by its silence. ‘I have a few questions to ask you,’ said Jeremiah, picking up his clipboard. ‘It’s part of our new Quality Control protocol, whatever that is: They never tell us junior staff anything―’ Stacy peered into the fog. ‘Eh?’ he said. ‘Excuse me, but I do not know what you are on about,’ he said firmly. ‘I was. Her confidence gone in an instant, her once sultry eyes now wide and frightened, she stared at me for a moment, holding her breathe. "You are a very pretty girl." I broke the silence, keeping one heavy hand on her shoulder, and running a finger down the side of her face with her other. Ahhh, her skin was a cool silken cream. It seams this entire ancounter hapenned in slow motion, so I could savor every flash of emotion that swam through her eyes, each surfacing in turn. First outrage, then.