I took them from the bottom drawer, and start to put them on in front of the mirror. I was already very skillful with curlers, since I have practice f...r many years. After few minutes my whole hair was in curlers, and I put hair net to keep them on place during drying. Since my mom was hairdresser we had proper hairdresser's dryer in our bathroom.Now it was right time to put make-up on. First, I took foundation in slightly darker color than my skin and applied it on my face and neck. Than I. How to track and catch game. Even how to fish though she seldom did. They were happy times. There were times when he would speak gruffly if she made a mistake but would never, no matter how badly she tried his patience, raise a hand to her. Her eyes had sparkled with mischief as she remembered how dark his face would become if she spooked the game they stalked. How she would wait until he turned his back in anger and frustration and then would steal the gloves tucked in the back of his belt. “The better question is ain’t those clothes a little tight fitting?” the creature asks, taking a puff on the cigar he holds in his hand. “I never took you for the cross dressing type.”“I’m not...” George starts to say but stopping quickly. He isn’t about to fall into the thing’s trap. “I’ll ask again, why are you here?”The creature chuckles. “I’m just assessing the situation. Last time we talked you were still having your doubts.”“I still am having them,” the man remarks.“Are you?” Another puff. I drove to the address. It was a small pub where I had picked up or delivered many times. Usually, the passengers I picked up here were anywhere from a little tipsy to sloppy drunk. I didn’t mind; I could adjust my rear view mirror to watch their crotch the entire ride. There were some hot guys who hung at this little pub.When I pulled to the curb, I saw a younger guy, probably around 25, leaning on the light pole in front of the pub. He was about six foot tall, average build, short black.