Por la selecci?nque hab?an dejado en el ba?o y lo que me hab?a ense?ado Isabel, estabaclaro que lo m?o eran los tonos entre marr?n y caf?, con algunos...estellos en ocre o naranja oscuro. Ahora, con los a?os, creo que quiz?me favorecieran m?s colores m?s claros, de la gama del rosado, pero yaestoy tan acostumbrada a mi maquillaje que no es momento para cambiar.Volv? a usar el retrete. Era casi una novedad desde que lo us? porprimera vez en mitad de la noche pasada. Imaginaba que se deb?a a lo. 'No I won't, young Lady....I'll be out of here in two days. I'm not staying the whole week now' I thought to myself. But I dared not speak. I kept my eyes on the floor.'Now go on down the corridor, please'.I jangled off down the corridor again, as fast as I could in the ankle shackles. Madame Mindy’s high heels clicked behind me on the stone floor. My cuffs were hurting more and more. I came to a locked steel door on the right. A sign stenciled on the door read 'Cells 1 - 10' and ‘this door. ”“Right. And that’s why you don’t seem socially awkward to me.” I realized that might not have sounded like the compliment I meant it to be.“Michael,” she said, looking past me.“What?” I asked then saw the look in her eyes. It wasn’t a happy look.I followed her line of sight to Tina and saw her talking to a big kid, standing next to where she was sitting. She had the same look she’d had at The Roadhouse when an unwanted cowboy wouldn’t leave her alone. I had to do something but I didn’t really. ..id never seen anything like this before in my life. what the fuck! where they do that at?? she starts to chant at me to rub on myself. gettin more excited by the minute as i try to control my own flaring desire, she knocks on the window and tells the driver something and then closes the privacy screen once again. she then sits next to me and starts rubbin on my thighs and kissin on my neck and my ear. with one hand she's pullin on my jacket, pushin it off my shoulders and with the other hand.