They had decided to go to Las Vegas and get married at a low-cost marriage mill that featured music of Elvis Presley and furnished witnesses and the d...spensing of rice at no added charge.It was a little strange that she was treated to a "face down" anal exercise in the cut-rate motel that Saturday morning. It left her feeling a little bit used and dirty even though they had both found their way to the ultimate tingle in just such a fashion. The motel with a politically incorrect Indian name was. ‘I should thank him and your trainers,’ she said. Yvoine sat up and took Sara’s face in her hands, kissing her lightly on the lips, tasting her own scent on the other woman. She broke the kiss and licked her lips. ‘You taste different,’ Sara commented absently as she glanced at the clock wondering how much time they had before Travis returned. ‘There’s a reason for that,’ Yvoine said softly. ‘You getting your period? I thought that wouldn’t be for another week.’ She drummed her fingers on her. I noticed my razor still lying there and made my facebaby-smooth again.I put on a pink dressing gown and went downstairs, taking the wig andthe clothes with me. Gabrielle met me, dressed in jeans, high heeledankle boots and a white blouse, and ushered me into her room, to thevanity table from last night. She told me to don the gaff and gave me aset of bra and panties. In a trance I put on the shiny but simple blacklingerie, admiring the feminine flat shape of my pussy."I'll do your makeup,. The faces were fat, thin, square, and round. Sprinkled onto the canvas of the face were moles, freckles, wrinkles, scars, and defects. Together, all of those things gave each person a unique face.He tried to remember the Walt Whitman poem, but all he could remember was the first line, “I sing the body electric.” He recalled that it was a celebration of the human body, but couldn’t remember the details. He remembered studying anatomy in art school. It had been a dry subject without the kind of.