The next step for Joe was to go into his mothers room where he sat ather vanity table. His face smiled as he looked at the make up in frontof him. Fir...t he put on his mothers foundation, then blusher next hecopied his mother's smokey eye makeup before putting on the pinklipstick. Finally finishing off with face powder. Then into his own roomwhere he pulled out two hidden packages from his wardrobe, then ran backto his mum's room.The first package contained a blonde wig styled exactly his mums. We walked out into the woods. I remember noticing the sound of the leaves under our feet, the earthy smells and the warmth of her hand in mine as I led her into the woods, away from the cabins. After a while we could still see the lights of them, but we were enshrouded by darkness and trees. I don’t remember what we said to each other but we sat down in the tall ferns and kissed. I had kissed girls before, and that’s about it. “Making out” the way most people did when young. But this was. Me:- Prove it thenShe:- You prove it first. Then I will.Me:- Okay, let’s do this.We then went into the block as no one would be there in the night. The whole block was empty. We went into the topmost classroom and didn’t turn on the light as someone might notice. The moonlight was bright enough to show each of us our bodies. Both of us were obviously joking and were waiting for someone to stop this. But none of us were backing out.Me:- Fine. You go first.She: No, you.Me:- What if you back out. ’ Stepping over his cold dead body lying on the floor, the red river of life that had drained out of him onto the clean and pristine cream carpet, she walked over to the open doors and reached in to straighten the half removed suit back onto its hanger. Smoothing her hand, the one without the familiar gold band, the one with the specks of blood upon it, she felt the soft smooth fabric, the dark blue mohair so supple and warm against her palm. So warm she could almost feel him. Leaning forward.