When finished with the lotion, she broughtout the bright red nail polish and painted my toenails. "Very prettydearie," she exclaimed admiring her hand...work. As my fingernails werebeing painted she remarked casually, "Some of those long fakefingernails would look wonderful on you, we'll have to get some when Itake you shopping with me."My eyes widened in surprise, she was serious about this!A roll of duct tape was brought out and strips of it were used to formmy chest meat into female breasts.. But she was interested evidently because once when the chatter at the other end stopped she asked a question bringing a smile to Juanita's lips. I was watching the two ladies talk - mostly I was watching Anita - as she tried on one glass after the next. After every round of mirror-watching, they would turn to me and Juanita would ask, "Well, what do you think, sir?" and I would mostly hmmmm and haw my way along (I didn't like these glasses.) But one of the things that she tried on didn't look. I didn't have a chance." "Did you have lunch?" "I think so. I remember eating a bag of chips at some point today; we were really busy trying to meet a deadline." She laughed at his expression. "It's a good thing we've made up," he told her, "because otherwise you'd die of malnutrition." "Please." She gave him an arch look. "Do I look like I'm malnourished?" He took his time looking her over. "No, no I don't think so. I think you look pretty good, myself." "That's good to know." She thought for. But I was so caught up in thinking about her I forgot about it. I came back out in my black jeans and nothing else. ‘You’re so sexy, Michael..’ Now, I’m not one to consider myself ‘hot’ or ‘handsome’, But I am 6’2, very muscular, since I work out at the gym almost every day, and I do happen to have a six-pack that I’m very proud of. My hair is brownish black, and my eyes are hazel. But I was told by every girl I’ve ever dated that my eyes were like deep brown pools that they get sucked into,.