After all as her maid pointed out, Faith didn’t want to look ‘like a milk maid’. They shared too the same large, deep brown eyes. Some times Fai...h caught a flash in her mother’s eyes that told her that she wasn’t the quiet woman she appeared to be. Sometimes Faith felt things that she knew she wasn’t supposed to. Inside she felt wild and excited and for a moment free. But then she tightened her corset and reminded herself that that wasn’t how ladies acted. When she saw her mother sometimes she. I turned to her and asked well did you get it done? From behind me Tim answered for her...she sure did and then some. My eye brows went up , want to tell me about it I asked her. No, she said , come in and I'll show you. We went into the den and she closed the d****s. She said you guys set down and I'll do a fashion show for you. I asked Tim if he wanted a beer. He said sure so I grabbed two from the fridge. He and I sat side by side on the couch and my wife stood with her feet together in. If pressed for an explanation, I'll just say that my genius allows me to read their body language signals faster and better than most players can, but it's subconscious so I can't really explain it. If pressed REALLY hard, I can make reference to my Aikido training, because detecting people's movement is a publicly acknowledged Aikido skill, albeit a very advanced one, usually requiring many years of training. Having NP recorded on videotape would be a very different issue, but since my first. The clerk told her she looked lovely, I seconded it. Misty looked at me and asked me if I didn't think the skirt was to short. I told her that it was perfect, show those legs, they are yours, be proud of them. She looked at me at told me but they were to fat. I told her nonsense, they were muscle."I don't look to tarty? She asked. Nonsense I told her, she looked beautiful and I would be proud to show her around town. Misty smiled and looked at herself in the mirrors again. I told her to get the.