I could hear loud crackling sounds behind me, and knew that if I paused for a second he’d be on me. My lungs burned as I drew deep ragged breathes, ...unning for dear life. I tripped suddenly, face scrapping against rough concrete and the skin shearing from my palms. I cried out, then realized that I’d come upon the sidewalk at the edge of town. With new hope I pushed up and took off again. I heard nothing behind me and took my chance, running into a dark alley littered with hiding spots. I dove. .Stacy puts your hands to his chest, trying to push him away, but he grabs her arms and pulls her in, his mouth pressing against her sexy thin lips, his alcohol-drenched tongue shoving its way into her mouth, plopping down on top of hers for a sloppy tongue kiss. His friends whoop and laugh, until one of them comes to his senses enough to tell them to quiet down, or store security might come over. But Stacy fearfully realizes that the security guard's gone home for the evening, and her only. "No Brian, everything is not alright. I've been fired from the store for an altercation with a customer." I had rarely seen mom lose her temper like this and almost sling everything in reach around the room. She grabbed the pillows beside her and threw them onto the floor before kicking off her heels and lying down. "What the hell, why did they fire you mom if it was the customers fault?" "I don't know, I was simply defending myself against being attacked. He tried groping my ass as I went down. Looking at himself he looked like a boy in a dress at themoment and he waited impatiently for the latex to dry.An hour later he was able to peel the latex out of the mold and cut outholes for his eyes, nose and mouth. Using his paints, he painted on redlips and black eyebrows. He was impatient to try it on so he hardly gaveit time for the paints to dry before pulling the mask over his face.Finally he put on the Cleopatra wig and inspected himself in the mirror.He considered it should be good.