He hesitates and I am beside him at the end of the porch, I can only faintly see him since our eyes have not adjusted well, but I see him looking at m.... He looks down at me and I see he is smiling a little, and he reaches and takes my hand, at the same moment he whispers, "Come on lil’ dude." As he goes down the steps I follow being led by this giant of a guy compared to me, bewildered that he has taken my hand, is he coming on to me, is he just a nice guy and doesn’t want me to fall, am I. Belli is Italian for beautiful, and was therefore an extremely ironic name for him. He held up a finger at me, and finished a phone call. I didn't know whether to be insulted or glad to have a moment to try and prepare myself. In either case, I still wasn't ready when he hung up the phone."You stole from me Ms. Bell. Can I call you Kathryn?" Uh, yes, please do. And I'm sorry, I didn't…"He shushed me with a sausage finger to his lips."That don't matter. An example has to be made. Can I call you. She giggled in response: "Sorry, I'm just excited!"She went to work on his face, first applying a coat of - what Kyleassumed to be - foundation, rubbing it into his skin, asking him to closehis eyes and tilt his chin when necessary. She then padded at his facewith a round sponge coated in beige dust, paying particular attention tohis lower eyes and nose. She riffled through a polka-dot bag andretrieved a brush, dabbed it into a few different pots of powderedcolours and carefully swept it across. I quickly chose my black pants and black dress shirt. I know she loves it when I wear black. It gets her pussy twitching like crazy and she usually rips me out of my clothes when we finally get alone. She was hiding in the bathroom when I exited the closet. Twenty minutes later she came out, looking stunning in a short blue dress, her brown hair flowing down over her shoulders. She had put on a little makeup, making her lips look extra full and pouty. She twirled around, showing me the view.