‘Gwennie… my Gwennie… my sweet Lady, what’s wrong?’ fingers stroked her hair lightly. Brokenly, with occasional sobs she began to tell him, ...��My father… my marriage is now arranged… and we are leaving tomorrow… oh Al!!!!’ her tears renewed as he held her tight, a few tears springing to his own eyes at the sudden end of their stolen time. Clinging to each other, they just sat there, the breeze flowing through the trees as they held each other. ‘I still love you Gwennie,’ he whispered finally, ‘I. Her bare midrift looked soft and inviting. "Was she doing this to me on purpose?" he thought. "Hey kiddo, dinner is almost ready. I hope you're hungry." I'm famished," she responded. "Ummm, Uncle Jason? Do you think I could have a glass of wine too? Mom and Dad let me have wine with dinner at home."Jason relented on the wine, after all, her mother and he were raised with wine at the table. He poured Beth some pinot noir, and handed it to her.Beth took the wine from Uncle Jason. He was. She had dirty blond hair with platinum highlights, a toned body that she covered with a heavy sweater and Capris. Her shoes were open-toed strap-on high-heels. I didn’t understand why she was showing off her feet so much until I noticed the blue inverted heart on the outside of her right ankle. When we started the shoot, I didn’t get any impressions as to what to expect from her as a Magus. After the last couple of days, I was beginning to think there were very few Magi in the area who weren’t. Aunty tried to smile, thinking it was not the reaction shehoped for.The next outfit was not so fun. It was a bikini where I had to put mylittle boy's part between my legs, so there would be no tent. This washeld in place by tape and to be honest, it was very uncomfortable. Thenshe took this can and sprayed tan all over me. I begged her to stop butshe said it was part of being in the pageant. The worse thing thathappened was she said my smile was not good enough. She was told thatVaseline helps.