“Oh, mixtape rappers. Those.”I rolled my eyes for a second and said: “Once upon a time, not long ago, didn’t you idolize a rapper because of h...s mentality? Didn’t you idolize the fact that he came from almost nothing, just like us? You still idolize him, do you?” I said, sincerely. She nodded.After a slight hesitation, she asked: “What’s your cousin’s story?”“Well, this will be a long story,” I started. “My cousin Jay and I were close. We still kind of are. We’re close-knit. All of my cousins. Take a good long look, think about the look andthen come and talk to me."Twenty minutes later I joined her. "Well?" was her only word."I'm conflicted. I like the feel of what I'm wearing, including theheavy makeup. I'm not keen on the tops of the stockings being visibleand I look slutty. It feels good but it's not my look." I love it. It looks sexy but you are correct it's not you but I had tofind out. Interesting that you have not commented on the height of theheels, the tightness of the. I’d been enjoying myself so much that I’d forgotten the time, I saw Chloe’s watch and it was 10.30 am!I jumped up and went to the bathroom to clean myself up, luckily I had no mess on my clothes, so it was just a case of washing cum off my face and putting some makeup on.Chloe was drinking coffee when I went back to the kitchen, she hadn’t bothered to clean herself and had dried cum on her face.I resisted and didn’t kiss her goodbye, I just said that I’d see her later and left.Work was busy and. That meant heavy drinking and shootouts. These activities were once so common place and the bodies so numerous that the authorities at Bard would have a ditch dug every Saturday, ready to receive the bodies of unlucky shootists the next morning.--or so the rumor goes.A bit further down the road lay another tiny little hamlet, San Jon (pronounced San Hon) at 1,176 miles past Go. Founded only in 1902, this little way-stop was once a busy place of three-hundred population for early day Route 66.