Sometimes she was even a little off beat with the rhythm of the band playing behind her, but to Mark, there was a certain something about her. Perhaps...it was just the way she glanced his way, with that sparkle in her eyes and inviting smile, as she undulated and swayed her tight round ass to loud beat of the music. Whatever it was he wanted this white girl and he wanted her really bad. One particular night he was sitting at a table watching her routine.She came right toward him, swaying. Why was he looking at himself in the mirror? It was not like he was awoman was it?There was however no mistaking that he was wearing lip gloss or lipstick."Don't worry," she giggled. "It will come off in 24 hours!"As a seasoned reader of this type of story you know better. You wear lipgloss yourself and you know no lip gloss lasts for that long does it?But before you criticize my story remember our hero is an ordinaryignorant male who had just been tricked into wearing lip gloss for thefirst. Week or two in the swamps fix you up just fine. Get you out of this smoggy city air.’ She looked up at Aunt Jessie as the large woman started to protest. ‘Now Miss Jessie just be for a while. You have plenty of time with her and the man who left home as a boy. We got the house protected and your boy Jack and his sons to keep you company. We need to go home and lay Pierre to rest…’ Dani’s aunt nodded. ‘I forgot Maylene, just been so long since we seen her and of course, It’s been fourteen years. " There were several heads nodding around the dining room table. "Three times if he started before breakfast."DJ sat back and thought. There was a reason to tell her this. There was a reason for everything. Once you understand it, you own it, Uncle John used to tell her.And once you own it, you can use it.Uncle John had died two years ago. In his will, he'd left all of his assets in a complicated trust that made his staff equal beneficiaries until DJ turned 26. Then, they received $1million.