Then she went to work on my face with make-up. There was eye-liner, eye-shade, artificial lashes, rouge, and lots of red lipstick. She pluckedmy eye...rows and darkened what remained with an eyebrow pencil, thenstepped back, in the limited space available, to assess her handiwork.She smiled and turned me toward Pam, who said, "Sure, I could have a facelike that pressed up against my wet pussy." Me too," my wife said breathily. Pam tweaked my nipples through thethin shirt. I squeaked but, as. Monday we only had one event scheduled, a local talk show in Doverton that had their guest bail. We had contacted them earlier about an appearance, but were shut down. Now they opened up, and called Barbara's campaign office Monday morning asking if she was available. Well, hell's bells, of course she was! So just before noon, we showed up at WRKZ.This host was noted for being a bit acerbic, and immediately launched in.'Hello! This is Fancy Dan Brady with the Nooner. I'm here with Barbara. They hadn't gone anywhere.Still the image in the mirror was disconcerting. I reached up to touch them and my hands found only air. I looked down at myself. Passed my hand through the space where my breasts should be. There were flat plates of what looked like solid blue plastic attached to my chest. I tapped the plate with my finger. "Okay, that's pretty freaky. How do they do that."Dee's camera whirled around me, "After the other field, I thought maybe you'd be mad about this one too."I jumped. I thought we were just going to talk. Isn't that what we all agreed to?"Karen and Denise both looked at each other and started laughing. I asked them what was so funny, which caused both of them to laugh even harder. I didn't say anything more to them. I waited for them to quit laughing, and to tell me the joke too. Instead of doing that, Karen leaned over and whispered something in Denise's ear, which sent the two of them into even more laughter."They spent an hour arguing over which one would.