Herchest filled out as her waist narrowed. Her thighs took on a young andwell-exercised shape as she laughed all the more.Veronica couldn?t laugh. She...could hardly breathe. She shambled backacross to the mirror, her legs and back aching terribly, and stared inhorror at her face, at the old twisted hands that came up to touch thenew crop of wrinkles; the sunken cheeks; the sagging jowls and wattledneck. Her hair was curly now and pure white and the tears were streamingdown her cheeks.She looked. I was looking around for a specific lifeguard.We planted our towels on open chairs when I saw her. She was perched on a tall wooden chair at the corner of the deep end, likely tasked with watching the diving board. A wide umbrella obscured her from harsh rays of the sun. Her red hair was up in a small bun, and a set of aviator shades covered her eyes. The redheaded goddess was covered in a red one-piece, and she had a white hoodie zipped open and wrapped over her shoulders. Swimsuit and hoodie. “It’s OK; it’ll be fine no matter what happens” He reassured her. Symon carried Emma to her bedroom and an impish smile began to form on her lips as she nestled her head against his chest. Emma’s nature had always been impulsive and she almost never failed to take advantage or make the most of any situation. Her initial guilt was now all the more quickly being supplanted by the pleasure of the warmth of Symon’s strong arms cradling her as he carried her. The sound of his comforting words. She smiled as she knew that her major concern was taken away and said, “Yes! Thanks.” She stepped out of her heels and shimmied out of her skirt.Natalia was pleased she had bought the black leggings and the matching crop top and within a minute she had completely changed both her dress and overall appearance.Bare footed she admired her new look: the net skirt combined with the leggings and on top, the short black leather jacket which made the crop top look less revealing. It all made her look.