She must feel the unfulfilled hunger that haunted him. And of course, it would be the piece de resistance if he could finally personally consummate hi... desire.But he also knew that he could not recommend Rachel to himself. She would take flight immediately at the first sight of him and he would have lost a golden opportunity forever. No, this required some strategy and manipulation which could only be achieved through his guise as Madame Tussard. He knew he already had part of her trust and. Another moment of silence passed before Julia responded in true Julia form, “Damn hon. If you’re hung up on Eric of all people, you seriously need to get laid.”“It hasn’t been that long.” Damn, I’m killing it with the honesty thing today.“Lain, you haven’t wet your beak since school started and you had to say adios to that summer hunk you left on the beach in Miami.”We both sighed.“He was a stud,” I lamented dreamily.“I know,” Julia said. “I saw the pictures you lucky bitch. I want one.”*As I. She painted a pair of denim jeans and a yellow colored crop top on me. It took six hours for the body paint to be completed. The paint job on me was so detailed that no one could think that I was actually naked! Then I took Aastha didi’s car and went to the venue.It was 7:50 in the night and the party was to start at 8. I parked the car in the parking area and made my way to the tent. I was wearing white sneakers and had a purse in my hand. Apart from that, I was naked. But due to the. After all a mothers love, right! Mom…let me … I never finished. Mom was in retreat but forgot the bed. She backed into it which had the affect of tripping her up. She was falling backwards onto the bed. The hand she held out to ward off my approach moved aside. I reached mom as she was falling and attempted to steady her. Silly me… I am four or five inches shorter than mom and she out weights me by at least thirty pounds. Our descent to hell was interrupted by my bed. As fortune would have it.