His wrists jangled from the gold and silver bangles as he signed for the parcel, and I admired the dark red nail polish as he handed my paperwork back...to me. As for the hair and make-up; a brunette wig, with the hair pinned up to show off his slender neck, and to accentuate the long drop earrings, and black eyeshadow matched with slutty red lipstick, expertly finished in a shimmering 70’s style gloss.‘Wow! You look absolutely gorgeous!’ I almost involuntarily blurted out.‘Aww, thanks, sweetie’,. Aragorn advanced and lifted Faramir into his embrace."Faramir, there is no need for that with me when we are in private. I would call you my brother, if you would do the same with me. It is not my intention to overthrow those that served the office of the Steward of Gondor when I take my place as King. Stand and embrace me as one embraces a dear family member returned from a long absence."Faramir stood and threw his arms around Aragorn. "Brother." His embrace was returned in kind and a great. Trisha and Jackie walked through the grounds and into a huge hanger-likebuilding. They entered the building via a side door. The inside of thebuilding looked like a massive garage. Like something from a bondmovie. Vehicles parked around the huge hanger with mechanics working onsome. Just the smell and sound of the place was getting Jackie's mindracing with possibilities. The pair walked up to a huge tank that lookedlike it was from a sci-fi movie. There was a man in a overalls workingon. He comes to a stop a few feet from the cage and watches as her breathing deepens and speeds, sucking the plastic against her nose and mouth, then shaking her head and puffing out short frantic breaths, shuddering as she struggles to regain control. Her thin pale back is curved over her thighs; the cage isn't tall enough for her to sit upright. The bamboo strips, paper-thin and translucent, razor-sharp, follow the curl of her spine in a spiked, blood-drizzled dragon pattern, each one pushed.