The only mirror was face down on that table, so I could not track her progress.I expressed my doubt in her efforts and she responded with a laugh. "I ...m one of the top makeup artists in South Florida. If I charged you for this, it would cost you big-time." I remained silent as she worked, and about 2 1/2 hours later she handed me a long dark wig and gave me instructions on how to don it. She double checked it and then ran a brush through it and sprayed some hairspray."OK," she said, "tell me. I was walking from the kitchen to the bedroom without my shirt, and she just stared. I stopped, looked at what she was looking at, and then started walking briskly, covering my chest like a woman would.But I wasn’t fast enough. She ran up and said “yep, big B or a C. Just admit it, and let’s get you measured”. I said no, and pushed past and got into the master bed room and shut the door.Now let’s fast forward. My marriage was going downhill, and I found food to be the only thing that made me. It was his angel, gliding across the ice and then spinning like a top. He stood and walked toward the fenced in rink, just watching her artistry on the ice. No wonder Granny seemed so familiar! Now he would finally have answers. He turned to question the old woman, but she was gone. How could she have disappeared so fast? Had he been watching the young woman that long? Miguel turned his attention back to the ice, but couldn’t find her anywhere. At least now though, he knew where to find her. If. " Just as I started to speak, Annabelle laid a soft and sensual kiss on me for just a few seconds. I'd been so mesmerized by her striking beauty that I never thought that she'd be interested in me. But as I quickly reviewed her actions over the last minute or two, it seemed rather obvious. I had no idea why, given the adonis that her husband was, but I gave up trying to figure out women long ago."Sure, let's go see the blackberries," I replied as I led her into the backyard, which happened.