"She looks in the mirror as she cleans the ever thickening pancake makeup off her face. The war paint from yet another failed recon mission of the eve...ing. The wrinkles cannot be concealed anymore. What started her on this road of selfish insecurity were the first signs of a wrinkle. He didn't notice it, proclaiming that she was just as beautiful to his eyes as when they first met. She had thought it a lie as he said it, but the look on his face told her that he was telling her the truth. He. Needless to say I left my wife and we lived together for a while. Mates told me that I was mad, did I really think I’d got her for life, they’d always be some bastard out there to take her from me, local photographers couldn’t see what I had, always out with a young girl on my arm.Again I married, it was a plush wedding, I’d three photographers doing the wedding shots, even my second wife was there, news got to the Sunday papers and Radio Luxemburg which was then one of the most sort after. The first he orderedher to give a tour through her house, explaining where the children slept,where she slept, give some details of her sex live with her husband, what kindof work he did, etc, etc. She was in the beginning having it very difficultbeing so open about her life. And to fuck the total stranger in her own bedafterwards was sheer hell for her. But Ken made sure she knew he would checkup on her clients to see if she was above standard, and if she had told themthe truth. He of course. She brushed her long red hair over her shoulders and tried to look defiant, staring straight at him with her blue eyes. Then she saw the other guard, the one with the thick mustache, leering at her. He stared at her tight blouse without even trying to hide it. His eyes were glued to her 38dd tits.“We’re going to search you,” he said. “That’s why.”Gail backed away from them. “You can’t do that,” she said. “You’re supposed to have a woman for that kind of thing.”“Looks like we got a tough bitch.