Her cheeks were brightly rouged and carefully shaded to accentuate her high cheek bones and she had outlined her full, sensuous lips with a fine, blac... lip pencil - well outside the natural lip line, and was now applying a last coat of bright red, glossy lipstick, making her mouth into an invitation of pleasure which Marcus would never refuse.Estelle's long, blonde, slightly curly hair had been well-brushed and tied into two, delightful bunches, and secured with white, satin ribbons, each tied. She was strong, athletic and cute as a button. One missing day could never account for her transformation into this female version of Bozo. I made a very good living using my brain and deductive skills. I decided to handle this bizarre situation like one of my business dealings. I would try to say as little as possible and learn as much as I could before walking into some sort of minefield.Then I heard a loud belch and once again swung around in surprise. Standing in the kitchen doorway was. He’s fine as hell though, both of them do. If I’m not mistaken Damon stands at 6’2 right now and Davon is around 6’5, they both tower over my 5’7 frame. Look like they’ve been sculpted by Michelangelo himself with abs for days and chiseled jaws. Icy blue eyes that sparkle when they’re doing something they know they shouldn’t. Damon has a set of dimples that can make a girl weak at the knees and Davon has arms full of tattoos that give him an air of danger.As I left the house my cell phone. As she walked around the women’s locker room, she noticed a shower room, with multiple shower heads. Some were even hand held. And she noticed the back wall of the shower room had an opaque glass wall. That was interesting. She then entered the hallway and found the shower wall, which allowed the person in the hallway to see the outline of the person taking the shower. On one side of the hallway was the women’s shower, and the other side was the men’s. No one was in the women’s, but there.