His facewas undeniably more pretty than handsome, angelic rather than rugged.He was not feminine in his actions or style, but some of their friendshad...joked that were he ever to follow her path into modeling, he wouldmore likely make the cover of Cosmopolitan than GQ. The fact he wassoft spoken and socially awkward did little to argue that opinion.So when the rumors started floating around suggesting all was not asperfect as was believed, most of the Debbie and Brian social circle hadtheir. I got up, taking my video recorder and tripod out of the duffel bag, and for the second time in two nights, reassembled it and pointed it at the bed (even though now I had "good" cameras set up all over the room).Once the camera was in place I again sat next to her and said, "Lean over my lap." What?" she asked as though she didn't understand me."Lean over my lap!" I repeated more loudly, and more firmly."Why?" she asked, but there was no doubt she knew the reason. Although she has a slightly. While I was changing Moira hollered from the other room, "Don't forget toshave your face and you'll find a wig and my lipstick on the bureau."A half hour later I teetered back into the other room on the mules andwith the negligee wrapped tightly around me.Moira looked away from the TV and whistled. "Not bad baby, not bad. Youdo yourself and women proud. I'm glad to have you for my wife. A littlemore work with the makeup and some other minor adjustments and I thinkyou'll pass in a crowd." I. Her dress was a bright leaf-green, and swirled around her like a plant unfolding in the morning light. Her hair was colored the red of rose petals, and it too swirled, coiled like a rosebud high on her head. Everything worked perfectly with the slight green cast of her skin and lips."You look the very fairy tale image of a Wood Wife." Marsh commented.We were arranged in carriages that would normally have held eight, but with the women's fine dresses we limited it to six each. Starlight and.