She glanced up at his hazel eyes then wrote, "I want to feel your mustache on my neck". She turned the napkin toward him. He blushed as he read it. Sh... was afraid she'd said too much, until he grabbed the pen and began writing. He turned the napkin to her. She read, " I want to bite that bottom lip of yours". Her belly fluttered and she grinned. Writing notes on cocktail napkins could be fun.Two guys came up to the table. They were friends of his. He introduced her and she shook their hands. He. Mother superior was in her cell when Sarah went to visit her. She was a tall woman with blonde hair and still with a gorgeous body for her age. Her name was Gawinn and she was the last daughter of a Norwegian noble family and as a long tradition the last son had to take vows and serve the Holy Church. And so she did. Sarah was surprised not to see her properly dressed at that time. Gawinn told Sarah that she had a little migraine that morning so she decided not to take part in the day. "Before she could continue her mother interrupted. Her voice was more stern now. "I think that you need to learn to obey your father like a good daughter and not be fighting him all the time. We are both tired of having to put up with your lack of respect. I left it to your father because I had this trip planned and because he would be less hard on you than I would be. So consider yourself lucky to have him young lady."Catherine didn't know what to say. "But mommy, it hurts!" I know it hurts. We werethe same size in height and hips and I only needed my bust line to growa bit. My hair was down past my shoulders now and I started to dye it red likeLeah's. After eighteen months of electrode treatments, my face hadbecome hairless and soft with the help of my daily hormone intake.Leah had worked doing nails when she was attending college so she alwaysdid my nails and made sure the color matched whatever she was wearing onher nails.I'll never forget the very first time Leah came home.