She had chosen again to wear big comfy black boots and tight black stretch pants with a form hugging long sleeved black sweater. Fall weather was happ...ly muscling in and it was chilly out. I don't know how someone could dress for the cold and still look so sexy.“You look amazing.” I sighed and she smiled, snatching up her keys and jangling them at me. I pulled my last boot on and grabbed her by the waist, pulling her over to me. She giggled, looking down at me with her fine blond hair falling. I told her that I needed to get going to catch the last bus home. At that moment she offered to drive me home if I would dance with her some more. We danced and drank for another hour before we left the club. We got to her car and she asked if I would drive. She had a sedan with a bench seat and as I drove to my apartment she slid in next to me and cuddled. Her long lovely legs were peeking out below her short mini skirt. They always say a stiff prick has no conscience and that night it was. She worked in the salon giving massages and he was was a cook. They'd developed a friendship and wanted more but the timing was always off. He didn't realize it right away but even after getting married she'd always look him up and down. Then one day she was there to pick up her paycheck and pretended to drop something & bent over, knowing he wasn't looking in front him so he walked into her. She stood up and turned around, showing off her low cut top. He let himself get caught glancing but she. It'll be fun. And it'll stop you wallowing. Areyou game?' Ithought for a moment and then shrugged. 'Ok, let's try it.' Lookingback, I could see we didn't put much effort into it or so I thought. Markmade me up, crammed a wig on my head and I stared miserably at the mirror. 'No,'Mark said slowly, lips pursed for a moment as he thought. 'It's not there.I'm afraid I'm useless at doing some one else's face and I only do make upfor the stage. I know,' he said pointing at me, 'we need a stylist!' .