As soon as Lisa realized what she and Jill were looking at Lisa advanced the screen to show another non-descript picture. Not so fast, Lisa Jill said ...ccording to Lisa, Go back one. Ohhh, NO! Jill, being the good friend she is, dropped the subject and the two continued looking at other pictures until Jill had to leave about 45 minutes before I came home, although there were a few uncomfortable moments. Im so embarrassed because of you Lisa said to me with tears welling up, How can I face Jill. You knowhow to put on your own lipstick. I'm sure I don't have to do it for youdo I?" Oh, but mother, I didn't mean just lipstick . . ." Well of course, you're right. You should put on a little blusher andsome mascara too. Here, let me help you. Lisa reached into the open purseon her dresser and retrieved a small make-up bag. She motioned for him tocome to her and used a soft brush to add a little blush to hischeekbones. "Now," she commanded. "Open your eyes wide and tilt you headback a little. "Yess sir, you'll be just perfect. Come here, let me kiss you."Her tongue probed deep into my mouth then she stood up and turned tostudy my handiwork in the double mirror. She smiled again."Those are neat little bows. You're quite the little artist, aren't you?"I grinned self-consciously as she slipped a peignoir over her shouldersand crossed the landing to see what was wrong with Wendy. She reappearedbriefly, took something from her drawer and returned to the bathroom.Several minutes later. I mentally give my head a shake. How much wine did I have? ‘Here, I have something for you,’ and he hands me a rose. ‘Jack, what is this?’ I ask him, taking the rose and smelling it, almost losing my towel. ‘A rose? You know what that is right?’ Jack teases me. His eyes not leaving the swell of my breasts above the top of the towel. I blush. ‘I know that, silly, but I mean, what is it for?’ I ask him, my heart beating a mile a minute. Thinking he will probably tell me that it’s a thank you for.