I nodded my agreement to both questions. Heather heldout the salon gown for me to put on. It was a pink satin garment withlong sleeves. It was desi...ned so that it covered me from my shouldersto my ankles. Once she had my arms into it, she had me turn around soshe could button up the back all the way to my ankles. She then tiedthe neck leads to make sure it was completely protecting me. I feltlike I was truly in heaven in my lingerie and salon gown and about tohave my hair done. Heather. Part I"Bloody apple trees. Give me a cherry any day!"- A Famous inventor, a comment made to his physician after an equally famous accident.I HATED MY brother.I certainly didn't hold any death wishes for him, though a comment to that effect did cross my mind on the occasion.You see, my brother - Steve, if you really must know - was your typical poster boy type.I wasn't.Yes, that kind of hate. A hatred born of envy, leading inevitably to a 'don't give a damn anymore' approach. Oh, it wasn't that. She walked in as I turned around, she stopped dead in her tracks."Is that you Tim? Oh my god you look awesome. So you are going to modelfor the catalogue then?" she said."I wasn't given any option Aubrey, mom wants me to do it. This by the wayis Amelia, her friend," I explained."Yes Aubrey, and I understand you want to help as well. Let's see if wecan make you as beautiful as Tim," said Amelia. "We've put all the dressesin Cathy's old room Tim, you go in there now and your mother will help. That pleased me to no end.We made out like this for the next 10 or 15 minutes. Finally, he pulled away and gave me that radiant smile, his teeth so white against his dark skin, as he stood up. It became obvious it wasn’t just his heart that was in overdrive. I saw a massive bulge building in the crotch of his blue jeans. I held him by his hips and buried my face in his crotch, licking and nuzzling him through the rough fabric. He moaned, “Don’t, please! I’ll explode!”I pulled back but continued.