Then came the eyeshadow, big and bold, almost drag queen like, (that's how most of the videos we saw demonstrated), false eyelashes, blush, and a dark...maroon lipstick.I had a bright yellow, scoop neck dress, sleeveless, with a hem that came down to just above mid-thigh. And a curly black wig. A bangle on my left wrist, and some clip on earrings to match the dress, and black high heels. About a 3 inch heel. (Damn we had to practice walking in those.) Underneath, I was just going to wear my. To any earthling born in the south-pacific 'Yadon' or its currently inactive counterpart 'Kamora' would seem almost bizarrely familiar. The lines of the ancient Jurian war masks deeply sculpted cut their log-like bodies gave them both the aspect of floating Tiki gods.Deep nicks and long scars upon their battered surfaces lent an almost tattooed appearance to these ancient servants of the thrown. Making the more contemporary 'Asaka and Kamadaki'. Currently powered down and dead to the world. “I have only viewed him as a Major in the Security Department, in the short time I have known him. Now I am seeing him as a person, as a nice guy. That is the kind of man I want as the father of my children.”“Well, he is going to be a father in nine months, as I am already pregnant, and so is Catherine.” She grinned confidentially as she revealed that fact. “We just found out, today. We brought test kits with us from England. I expect we should get a doctor to confirm the test.”Kathleen grinned. I had to say something now or miss the chance. I told Don what I had heard from him yesterday morning. He didn’t react negatively. I said as long as he didn’t tell anyone I would like to provide some relief to him. Don agreed! I was going to give him head out on our balcony.The warm Mexico morning made the balcony a nice place to go. The balcony was private so no one could see us, especially if we sat in the lounge chairs. Don got out of bed and went out onto the balcony and relaxed in a lounge.