Mom's were a natural tan tending towards brown and I liked a more pink look. Now, every morning along with her lipstick mom would color her nipples fo... me. I enjoyed watching her put on that color with one of those makeup brushes that other ladies use to outline their lips. Of course, with the new colored hair we had several sessions with all new makeup even down to eyeshadow. Directing mom's new makeup attempts gave me an understanding of why girls like to play with dolls. One day I went to. Without closing the curtains or putting a light on, she dropped the robe over a chair and slipped into bed naked,"I er, I haven't got any pyjamas mum" I stuttered,"Oh for God's sake stop being silly, get in and snuggle into me, I'm shattered"I didn't argue, I dropped my own robe, got in beside her and promptly surrendered to the sandman.The next time I awoke I was spooned into her warmth one arm round her waist and something soft and yielding in the palm of my hand,Shit! It was a breast, I was. " Quite fine, major Parker. I trust you were set at ease after this verification?" she asked, her voice oozing all but mock concern. Her hand swept over her desk and a holographic image of a soon-to-be battlefield emerged from the glassy surface. Enrica didn't waste a moment. "My analyzing systems agree with you; we must stop the enemy from occupying the Oracle Dunes. Form a squad of infantry, your objective is to destroy the Order's central comms relay at a small installation our scouts have. The bruise was on her left cheekbone, her lips were badly swollen and her skin seemed a pallid gray color, but I knew it was her. Nodding I said dejectedly, “Yes, that’s Katy.” The detective motioned for me to follow, so I quickly reached out my hand to clear a stray bit of her hair from Katy’s face, carefully moving it to the side of her head and tucking it behind her ear. I let my fingertips lightly run down her ear to her earlobe and then I moved my hand away. She had felt so cold, so cold..