"I'd like to shovel your walk so I could earn some money," he said with much enthusiasm."I can still shovel my own walk," I replied. "Not leave me alo...e."His clothes were rather tattered and I heard him mumble something under his breath."What did you just say?" I sternly asked."I'm sorry sir. I just need to earn some money for Christmas presents. Please, would you allow me shovel your walk?"I'm not sure exactly what came over me, but I felt some sympathy for the kid. Why not let him do the work. Retrieving a couple of baby blue ribbons, I combed my hair intopigtails and tied them off. Truly, braids would have worked better, but Ilacked that talent, and I'd always loved pigtails more. At last came themakeup. Having done theatre, I was rather experienced here. But tonight,I was very modest, using a light layer of foundation and an even lighterlayer of blush on my cheekbones. I ran dark eyeliner beneath my eyes,delicately applied mascara, and touched a little pink eye shadow above myblue. I ordered a bottle of wine for the two of us, and then asked our waitress where the lavatory was, though I knew the answer perfectly well. She inclined her head slightly to one side, and I blinked absentmindedly and rubbed the right side of my nose briefly as if I had a momentary itch. She cocked her head back the other way just so, and pointed the way, politely, calling me sir. I excused myself, telling my exchange student that I would return shortly, and walked towards the back of the. I removed my sweater and threw on the sweatshirt I was buying just to be sure. Then he knocked on the door; I quickly debated what to do, as I hadn't put my skirt on yet. I had black panty hose and a black panty under so I was pretty covered but my naughty side thought it would be fun for him to see me like that and I was covered enough that it wouldn't be alarming. So I cracked door a bit as if being careful not to be seen but he of course were right there, he looked of course but also acted.