I start on your eyes. Applying liner to your closed lids, you show your complete trust in me. I brush, light blue to pick up the cruel blue of your ey...s. I blend. When you open your eyes, they smoke. You look at yourself in the mirror. You nod. Approval. I beam with pride. You like to apply your own lipstick. I watch transfixed as you complete your toilet. I love when you spray perfume on your neck, another spray on your tummy. Next to you on my knees, I close my eyes, the better to absorb the. “You have a very ... special relationship with Susan. It came out that day.”“Yeah. We’re still exploring it, but you’re right. She seems to mold to whatever I want at the moment,” Annette sighed. “It’s nice. But look at the painting of Kendra. When I look at it, I can see exactly what you mean by her being ‘soft’. She’s not at all ethereal, like Susan. She’s solid and opaque. You can’t see me through her. But I remember touching her that day. I massaged her shoulders and back. I took her to the. Besides it’s been ten fucking minutes since we have been talking about this. Am I supposed to put it behind me? Even if I could put it behind, could I do it instantly?” “If that is what you need to do, then okay, you can throw that up to me anytime or as often as you want. That is how much I love you.” “That’s a start,” I said, “but do have an understanding of how humiliated I am.” ‘Yes darling. I understand,” she said. “Bullshit. You have no idea what it’s like. You need to feel that. For the others, this meant a lot of waiting, but that turned out to be a good thing.I entered the line behind Gino, a pumped-up powerhouse of Italian descent whose dark black curls were as provocative as the top of his butt cleavage and the upper ridges of his muscular buttocks, which showed out from where his light blue transluscent Speedo had slipped down during his earlier playful entry into the pool. Always the athletic stud, Gino was a swimmer and water polo player as well as a diver.I was.