It could hurt I thought, and went easy on the make-up. I was nowalmost ready to look at myself in the mirror in my bathroom. I looked onefinal time in...o another drawer in the wardrobe, and found a verybeautiful lace fan. This could only help enhance my costume I thought,and with a flick of my wrist, it was opened up as if I had done this amillion times before.Now walking in one of these dresses is slower than one might think, andto run would be a hindrance, but I seemed to walk with ease. As I. I huddled against myself, trying to get warm. He came back in a couple of minutes, carrying a big white blanket."Wh-" I said before he unfolded it and wrapped it around me. It waswarm, REALLY warm, like it had been heated or something. Travis said, "You need something to warm you up, okay?" as hearranged the blanket to cover me. "But-" "Don't argue." I stopped, but got kind of annoyed. Everyone hadbeen telling me that lately. On the other hand, the blanket sure was nice. . It was late April, and had been warm for awhile, but today was absolutely the most amazing day yet. People were out shopping, walking pets, or just enjoying the fresh air that carried more than the mere promise of summer. I pumped my legs harder, picking up speed. The wind blew my hair back and made my loose T-shirt billow out behind me. The combination of warm breeze and sun on my eighteen year-old face felt good.I'd known about the project for months - since the start of the semester,. It made her feel…almost powerful. She grinned wickedly as she stuffed them in the pocket of the jeans she would wear that night, stripping down for her shower…Vincent stepped out of his own shower and looked himself over in the mirror as he dried off. His mind had, once again, wandered to the luscious curves of the girl he hoped to have someday. Her blazing red hair, green eyes, and just the right amount of fat to make her have that classic hourglass figure he couldn’t get enough of. It had.