No aspirin. I went to the seating area. In a drawer I found the first aid kit and some soluble aspirin. Before leaving I looked around for something b...tter to protect me from the brambles. I couldn't wear one of Bronwen's uniforms - they'd be too small. Yet she was wearing one too big for her. Was there another that size? I looked in the wardrobe again. On the floor was a folded blue uniform dress. I lifted it out revealing a pair of black women's shoes. The dress WAS a larger size. Thankfully. I had left the house in a hurry, and as I drove I listened to "If You Can't Say No" by Lenny Kravitz, master mood-producer extraordinaire. His music always sends me spiraling into a shameful void of lustful emotions and forbidden thoughts.I drove and sang along with the music, re-playing the same song over and over until I had no choice but to be completely overcome with what the lyrics meant. "If you can't say no, just think about me", easy enough to understand, right? A lover tells his. Me, I'm totally the opposite of my angel. Older forty-something, Divorced Caucasian male. Slight Budweiser beer belly, long blonde hair with blue eyes. I'm six foot and two hundred and twenty pounds. I tower over her small frame.My name is Tom and I was raised by my dad who swore by the words, “The races aren't supposed to be mixed”. Don't get me wrong, Dad wasn't racist in the least, he never preached hate. But he believed there were too many differences in our races to ever support a mixed. Next, I decide on some black eyeliner and a dark blue glittery eye-shadow, which I blend with some light pink eye-shadow. After I’m finished with that, I put on some maroon-ish lip gloss, coating it on so much that my lips almost stick together.Looking at myself in the mirror, I’m very proud with the work. My face really does look like one of a slutty girl. I slowly slide the tip of my tongue over my top lip, checking myself out. I realize that I need to do something about my hair.My hair is.