I have buds! Tender sensitive breastbuds, perkier and larger nipples and things are starting to get fleshierall around them. They are sore sometimes...but I love watching for changes.Anyhow, like I was saying, I now can make up my face in beautiful colorsand sultry manners in just 15 minutes. Today I was all girlie pinks on mylips and cheeks and adventurous purples and blues on my eyelids.Sometimes I make up my face before I dress, sometimes after. Decisions,decisions. I sometimes can't wait. And after a moment, I returned it.“Oh, and don’t worry about getting those shoes wet. They’re plastic, and the locks are rust-proof,” he said. “Good night.” He put my head down on the table, and walked out of the house.I sat my body down in a chair, and fumed. How could he just leave me here? I muttered and grumbled for a few minutes.Then I realized I was staring directly at my breasts: eyes to nipples, as it were. And that made me realize what Tom had been hinting at.But before I did anything. However, he said he could handle it himself and would send Tami over to help me. She arrived about 30 minutes later wearing a cotton blouse and denim skirt that could almost be called mini. Tami apologized for not being dressed appropriately (she usually wore jeans when working) and said she had been on the way to a hair appointment when Tom called and told her I needed help, so she rescheduled and came straight to the job site.I was glad to see her, and getting to look at her legs was just a. "Who's going to call cadence?" the runner next to Scott asked.Predictable groans fill the air."Come on," Scott said, "we've got to show the rest of these pukes how it's done." Damn right," said a woman ahead of Scott.Marines were tough no matter what gender.A voice at the head of the pack shouted, "One, two, three, four!" Marine Corps!" the rest roared back.Hoots from the other service veterans echoed around, but when the gun sounded, the Marines fell into line and the other runners got out of.