But instead of doing the same to her I applied a palm full of color all over her face and neck. She shrieked in surprise and ran to do the same to me....The normally reserved housewife was a totally transformed person today due to the effect of the drinks she had been continuously having. She had lost her inhibitions and was suddenly carefree and enjoying herself. We ran after each other like children throwing color on each other.In the process of all the running, pushing, shoving and applying. In fact you could even say she really started depending on it. She avoided alcohol, because of what it did to her Dad so she would smoke when her friends were drinking. Ana never saw her smoking as an addition or a problem, but she would often lose track of time. It wasn’t the worst thing in the world to be late. At least not until she learned a valuable lesson. It was a Wednesday afternoon during her Junior year in college and Ana was at her friend Megan's apartment. She had a few hours in. He then had to step into a slip, which matched his bra, and knickers,but the lace was two inches long around the bottom, Susan pulled itup under his skirt, and then smoothed everything down, before gettinghim to put on the jacket, which matched the skirt to make a suit.They let him look at himself in a full-length mirror just outsidethe toilet door; he was surprised, as he saw a smartly dressed girllooking back at him. I've never worn a suit that looks as smart asthis before, he said, amazed at. I should have said no, fucking boomerang breakfast it was, black pudding, haggis, kipper, all cooked in axle grease and it all came back up a half hour later, fucking jocks.I had a bit of a kip, the rain lashing the van made kipping an uphill struggle but I got some shut eye and then went down the town."What a fucking miserable fucking hole," I said to nobody in particular."Why do you say about fucking," this kraut bint asks, "Are you repressed yes?" Me fucking repressed, fuck off!" I said."So.