“If you do this, you’ll be glad you did,” she said. Then she added, “I think.” She made it even more interesting by tacking on an, “I hope...”“That doesn’t sound very dire.”The truce had led to terms that were very different than they’d been a year past. I was aware of this, but it seemed normal, now.“I need you to take the pictures for my portfolio,” she said.“Is this for that modeling thing?”“Yeah. All the sources I checked say you should have a professional take the pictures, but I can’t. "First," said Maria, "the outfits we bought to wear when we go out dancing."She was wearing a red mini that seemed more like a long tube top than an actual dress. It snugly fit every curve of that (once again) wonderful body. Her long black hair fell straight to her lower back and ended in a 'V' cut.Next out was Leena. She was about nine inches taller than Maria. She filled out her blouse nicely. It was white and lacy. It clung loosely to her figure showing the promise of some very nice tits.. Television helped out with that ;-)Never seen one in person or in the Sears, Pennys and Montgomery Wardscatalogs that I looked through.I loved to see all the foundation garments in those catalogs.Imagining myself in so many of those delectable creations.My mother had only so many choices available to me.I settled on 4 socks rolled up for each bra cup.Ample size for my reflection in the mirror.5th grade for me meant El was now in junior high.Halloween was not celebrated at that school.I would. Mary was trying to make sense of it all. Her husband really did like tattooed women after all it seems, so maybe he would accept that his wife had been tattooed? Then there would only be the piercings and trimmed inner labia to explain. Mary considered what Mitsumi had said again in detail –“never bothered me”. Did it mean that she had been naked in the bath with her husband, or did it mean that Mitsumi was tattooed herself? Mitsumi came back with a large pot of coffee and a bottle of cognac..