I'm not a beauty queen but I have a nice figure; 34C bust high on my chest, small feet, and I have to admit, very nice legs. I'm five six, weigh 120 p...unds and there is not an ounce of fat on me. I went to my closet and pulled out several more pairs of shoes. Shoes are my passion and I must have twenty pair I bought from my baby-sitting money. My tongue slid along my lips, wetting them until they glistened as I brought three pair of shoes to my vanity. One pair was open toed with thick wedge. She first sketched him as he lay. She worked in quick, broad strokes, framing out the figure. Flat on his back, he looked like a body on a morgue slab.She flipped to a new sheet. She told him to sit up against the headboard and bend one leg at the knee. No, the other leg. Thanks.The low natural light of her bedroom and his brown skin made Rez’s body a collection of dark, gradient shapes, adjoining and overlapping.She flipped to a new sheet. She told him to look away from her, toward her. He'd know if Tony was gone, wouldn't he? There would be a sense of loss like there had been when he'd lost Shannon. Tony was more than a coworker, more even than his secret lover. And he couldn't lose him. Not and keep his soul intact."Got it, Boss," McGee said, but Gibbs had thrown the brakes on and jumped out of the car. There was a slumped form..."TONY!" He hadn't uttered the sound but his soul was feeling it. Ziva began running toward him but Gibbs cut her off, probably causing her to trip. Still in our nighties we minced happily along the landing to AuntieJamie's bedroom while Joanne went down to the kitchen to startbreakfast. We found them locked in a passionate embrace amidst aplethora of lace and frills. Gently we climbed onto the bed and Icarefully tapped Auntie Jamie's silk encased butt where her nightdresshad ridden up in some passionate nocturne. She stirred sleepily andsmiled as she turned to recognise her favourite sissified nephew andniece."Hello darlings, what d'you.