He was wearing a midnight blue suit, a color that looks black in the night rather than dirty grey like a black suit looks at night. He was wearing a l...ght grey shirt with a hand painted red silk tie, nothing ostentatious, but quality. He was also wearing black cowboy boots.He looked right at me and walked over, something was in his hand but I could not make it out at first. He had an air about him that made my eyes follow him. He walked to me and set what he had on the table. It was a silver. Slowly Mark took the compact and opened it. He looked athimself in the mirror, everything looked the same except for the longblonde hair. Mark slowly closed the compact, and shakily sat it down,"ple.. - please um chang..change it back," Mark said."What," Serena said smugly, "don't you like your new blonde hair?" No!" Mark said loudly, trying to maintain his composure, "it makes melook like a girl." Nonsense," Serena said, "your tits make you look like a girl, not yourhair." With that Mark felt. .” I let out a chuckle and smiled and told her I was more than happy to help. I introduced myself “all my friends call me Dame, ma’am, but you can call me whatever you’d like” she blushed a bit and laughed and said “Dame, thank you so much for pulling over, you can call me Happy.” seemed like an interesting nickname, but she was so fucking sexy she would make any name attractive. I pulled my truck to the side of the main road and threw on my hazards. I always carried a snow shovel in my truck. All the nephews and nieces are tall. The Bleekers are veritable giants for both period and area. You can't say we Wanzors haven't married to reproduce short. And height is dominant."She grinned and juggled her boobs..."We have these ... and they don't. We might be short but we look like women!" One thing for it ... we Wanzors have boobies and mine ITCH!"Still itch?"I looked down at snowy white pinked capped mounds and watched them stretch and breathe ... almost if they were alien lifeforms.