She sometimes felt she needed his permission to buy makeup, hair care products or even a pair of shoes. Somehow, he always had money. He gave her the ...oney that she needed, but not without that look that made her feel small, unimportant, unappreciated, and unloved. She felt as she did when she was a child asking her father for money to buy candy. She hated that look, the look that men give women, that look they give when they think they are smarter, better, and when they think they are humoring. Laura had thoughtfully brought a jar ofthe healing cream with her, and smeared some on my ears immediatelyafter the piercing, reassuring me that I be fully healed by the nextday.After dinner and a film, we fell into bed together and made love. Ifelt my boobs were swinging around far more than before, and my nipplestingled so much that they almost hurt. I decided I liked it. Laura hadthree good orgasms, but I wasn't allowed any. She reminded me that Iwasn't to expect them as a matter of. The shoes too proved a trial buteventually he managed. Once again he paraded the entire outfit before themirror and was entranced by what he saw. In his eyes he had become thevery model of an elderly lady in a fashionably elegant outfit. Lookingclosely he thought he detected facial wrinkles appropriate to the age hehad assumed. Also, his mouth felt strange and when he inspected his teethhe found they were improbably white and suddenly. realised they weredentures! He reached up to check his wig. ..”Aran agreed to the unspoken suggestion. “I know. He’ll find her and make her tell him where Kedron is.” Kedron groaned softly, and Aran turned back to the apprentice. “How likely is it that your father had you watched from time to time?”“Knowing him, I would say that’s very likely,” the lad responded, slapping a palm to his head in frustration. “I can’t believe I didn’t think of that before! It’s exactly the sort of thing he would do!”“Very well,” Aran said, thinking quickly. “Kedron, we.