Pretty. She knows pretty, knows pretty things, and her masters knowthem too. They have made her so, with perfume and makeup and hairstyles andthe shee..., tiny things she wears. The Usahar like her to be pretty when theytake her, and there has always been that part of her that likes it too, thatenjoys the process of becoming pretty, of becoming beautiful, despite it all. Or perhaps because of it. This is unclear. All the times Jacqueline has thoughtabout it, pondered it, tried to make sense of. I nodded towards the bathroom and she acknowledged my gesture. We had spoke of this before getting on the plane and if that to uo huh huh hvvhv he got your voicemail j the opportunity agrose we were gonna get our mile high wings to go with our collection of other sexual accomplishments. So why not get our vacation started a little early. Just as her body passed the threshold of the bathroom, I closed the tiny ass door and slid the little label "not vacant" indicating occupied. I didn't have. "Sleep well?" Ishook my head in response."Not really," I yawned, stretching my arms. "Couldn't get to sleep forages. You sleep alright?" Like a log I'm afraid," Marcus smiled, springing to his feet. "At leastafter I let off some steam - hope I didn't disturb you? I know I'm notthe quickest." Sleep-deprived and dopey, I didn't quite get what he washinting at at first."What, with the sit-ups? I'll be honest, I didn't hear you get up - thelast thing I remember hearing was you making some weird. “You didn’t like that?”, she smiled coyly.“No, you bitch, why the hell did you do that, let me out of here.”“Calm down, now, or you won’t be going anywhere.”“What the fuck are you doing?!!!”“That’s it, I’m going to shut you up.” Cindy went back to the bathroom and brought out some tape and stretched it right over my mouth. My muffled screams really didn’t make too much noise and Cindy sat down in the chair. She turned on the TV and sat for a few minutes without talking. I eventually stopped.