For those asking just why not write real life stories - it's the same as movies. Do you really enjoy more by watching reality tv or going to see a goo... fiction at the cinema? Here I can also have (I hope at least ) some kind of narrative. Why write? Those who know my posts know I like encasement, and I believe there are too few good ph encasement stories out there. Like, giving something back to the community, right?I'll stop blabbering now, hope you enjoy it. All comments appreciated, and. She raised an eyebrow, I just shrugged. "Okay, you asked for it," shepulled out some nail polish in bright red and showed me how to put it onthe first nail, then had me practice on a few. "Okay, let that one dry andI'll get the other." She finished painting the nails, then ate her sandwichwhile she worked on my face a little more. Once she was done, she smiledand looked me up and down. "One last touch," then she went to a jewelrycase and came back with a gold necklace and bracelet. She put them. We walked over to the big barn like building where the judging was taking place.A long display table made of sheets of plywood on saw horses had been covered with bunting. There on the table, each competing dish had a number attached to it. After the judging the number would be taken over to a master list and the proud creators of the winning three dishes would be revealed.Ma had perfected her meatloaf so it could be eaten hot or cold and never leave any greasy aftertaste in the mouth, like so. Pam was escorted to the office of the new car sales manager. He offered her a cup of coffee, which she refused. They spoke for several minutes about sales tactics and cars in general. Pam answered his questions with ease and felt the interview was going well. Finally the manager said he would need to think about it overnight. He asked Pam if she wanted to drop by his apartment tonight and help him decide. Pam felt her face getting red but not from blushing. She stood up and called the manager a.