It certainly showed me that Mrs. Trinh was a good cook, and the cuisine she had access to was impressive."You're a small woman, and I know you're no l...ttle old lady, but you are in your fifties," I said as we walked back up the stairs from looking at the laundry room and gym. "Hauling laundry up two flights of stairs might begin to wear on you after a while." Perhaps," she said in her small voice. "After a dozen years or so."Quiet she might be, but she had some wit about her, no doubt about it.. "Hands out against the wall, legsspread... just like in the cop shows.." Y.. Yes Ma'am!" I squeak, and as they let go of my arms I hurry over towall.There's a snigger at my unthinking obedience, and I can see my blush inthe mirror as I bend over, placing my arms straight palms against theglass. I squeal against as one of the officers grabs my ponytail toforce my head up, then kicks my ankles, forcing me to spread my legsfurther apart."Right bitch boi, what are you smuggling?" The guard asks,. Then I applied eye liner andblue eye shadow, which was in vogue at the time, glued on long eyelashes and applied mascara to them with a small brush. I used eyebrowpencil on my eyebrows because I had covered them with the foundation. Iput a lighter color foundation on my nose and a darker color on thesides of my nose. I had read somewhere that it would make your nose lookthinner and it did.I pulled in my waist as tightly as I could with the laces in the frontof my bustier. I adjusted my falsies,. . had prevented her rape. That man couldn’t hurt her any longer - couldn’t hurt any woman again.She couldn’t believe she’d actually touched him to try to feel his pulse. The thought of touching him now made her feel like she might vomit. Strength didn’t quite flood back into her muscles, but she could move again.“We need to hurry,” she said. She didn’t know why, but she knew they needed to hurry.It wasn’t until they got to their motel, and heard the screams, that she would finally began to.