"I really hope you're up for this." I need someone to tell me I'm beautiful."The photographer was a European man named Pieter. Long hair, stubble,nice...enough. They took me backstairs to do my make-up and hair. Poundsof it, and hair free and feathered so it would respond well to the fanbehind me.They took me through a set of several lingerie, swimsuits, and evensome of the clothing they sold. Finally, the last thing they tried wasthe angel lingerie and wings.Backstage afterwards, while still. "Yeah," she giggled again, those bloody buttonholes where definitely too big for their buttons, the strain she was putting them under when she giggled had just popped another one. Oh my God, will you look at them beauties bursting out of her top."I'd better get dressed," she said, getting up and walking over to me and kissed me on the top of my head, her nearly naked tits just scant inches in front of my eyes.She re-emerged in minutes dressed in a T-shirt and jeans, immediately I could see that. ” ”Fine Chrysanthemum, have it your way after tonight I’ll let you self-destruct.” She drifted off to sleep, Nick knew she had taken pills and let her sleep it off. He carried her inside and brushed the hair from her face and kissed her forehead before he even realized what he was doing. He put a blanket over her and sat down in the armchair and got an old bill envelope and a pin.Dearest Chrysanthemum, You have known all my life, from the day I saw you and Daisy play together I loved you. When. The room was typical off-white, but the wall at the head of my bed was garishly painted in the style of graffiti I’d seen on walls in the city. There were garish colors with dark outlines and an abundance of skulls. One had a cartoon balloon over it that said “Die Fucker!” A sword was stuck through another skull. If my kid had painted up his room like this, I’d have laced his hide.I painted it. V2. Looking at it from that perspective, I had to admit I had some talent. A guitar leaned against.