“Oh my Asuka, you sure needed to use the toilet… I’d really, really have to use it too but I think you may have just clogged it with your own re...ieving…” Misato cooed while moving her hands under Asuka’s armpits and helping the girl stand up to see her doing.Misato could have very well been right about the toilet being clogged. The bowl was absolute mess, with the thick logs all over it. Small pieces of shit were also resting on the seat as well.“… Maybe you’re right. I’m sorry, you got any. I picked up a black mini skirt, heels, and a blond wig. I was really into this excursion. When I told Mel what I picked up, she helped me get some accessories at a costume store she worked at. I picked up some eyelashes, nails, and some tights. She wasn't going to come out for Halloween, but she wanted me to take some pictures.On the day of Halloween, I got to my friends house where she applied my make up, and adjusted my wig, and made me look good. It was hard for me sitting there getting make. He'd left with another woman a year or so before his mother had died. Pete was at college at the time studying for his surveying exams. These he passed without a problem but, because he was so shy, he didn't get the promotion he was due. His inability to talk and negotiate with clients prevented him from climbing the surveyor's ladder. He was stuck with doing practical routine survey work and writing up planning applications.Several times I tried to get him a little more interested in me. A month or so later, I was properly introduced to him when he hand delivered one of his fire stokers to a man at the town’s pub. I was blown away by the object and immediately ordered one from him. A month or so later, he delivered my fire stoker and I happily paid him for the masterpiece. Although I saw him coming and going from the shop across the road, I did not personally encounter him again, until two months later.Uncle Pete arrived at my gallery one morning, in search of a favour. He.