Well a man who wasdressed up as a woman. She was well into her 40's, if not 50's. Thebreasts might have been real, the hair wasn't and if this was th... personwho was going to teach him make up, maybe he needed to have a few lessonsherself. Or at least cut the amount down in half. The other person,well Marc wasn't exactly scared, but he did look like the typical Latinogang member he'd always seen on Cops. Baggy jeans, worn low to revealhis boxers, skin tight white T worn over an incredible. Tell me about her.”Wayne needed no further encouragement on that subject. He began telling Lissa all about how they met and what they did together.Lissa was all but tuned out to the prattle as she pondered how to approach Wayne. It was obvious that he had had a rudimentary initiation and The Swordmaster had given him her own pentacles. Perhaps his uncle was involved as well. But if he was left to discover his own way, it could be too late for him to be of real use, or worse yet he could be used. Only feeling... Heaven. Eventually I returned to reality, my breathing slowing to normal. I laid my head between Dana's breasts. "I love you," I said. Dana just kissed the top of my head and wrapped her arms tighter around me while we enjoyed the afterglow together as we fell asleep in each other's arms. I spent the days of Christmas week together with Dana and her family, dining together, exploring the country-side, playing board games, and just talking. But I spent the nights of Christmas. She has always found Steven attractive. In that big-brother kind of way. But (and it probably has much to do with the unfamiliar level of alcohol in her system) right now, there is something about him that stirs a more primal sense of attraction. He is tall, 6’3’’or so. Lean but not skinny. Built more like a defensive back than a basketball player. Sandy blonde hair showing just a hint of pre-mature gray. Blue-grey eyes. Muscular but not bulging. Very ruggedly handsome. A stark contrast to.