She didn’t care if her face wrinkled of if she went back to being chubby, she would still have her eyes. They were almond shaped and vivid blue-gree..., unless she was angry, in which case they were stormy steel blue and they were set off by dark naturally arched eyebrows. Her eyes did not need makeup, but she played them up with eyeliner and mascara in a dramatic fashion that would have looked trashy on a lot of people. It was not trashy on here. It was her signature. Her hair was the color of. “Oh ummm…yes…first class!” “I thought you would say that. Thank you.” Andy smiled awkwardly and Danielle allowed her skirt to fall back into place as she wiggled her hips from side to side. “Well Andy I would like to offer you a job as our sales assistant.” “Wow! Thank you Danielle. You won’t regret it.” “I’m sure I won’t Andy. Would you mind signing this document?” “Is it my contract of employment?” Said Andy. “It is.” Andy read it, and then pointed to a particular paragraph. “What’s this. Understanding, Michael nodded. "Yes Mommy." Finally, you need to fully understand that you are no longer a grownman. You are a little prissy, pissy, silly, diaper booty, dollcuddling, pampered princess, swishy missy girl now. Do you understand?"Michael cringed at every word, his face a burning bright red with shame."Yes Mommy, I get it." Erin smiled and shook her head. "No, I want tohear you say it... all." She said softly. Michael gasped, and searchedher face... finding only seriousness.. I walked over and found Mario outside my door. -My daddy’s not home, Mario… -- Are you alone? I nodded, and he made his way in… He ogled me for a couple of minutes, and then began to tell me how beautiful I was “you’ve really blossomed into a beautiful young lady” he said “I bet your dad is a jealous freak” he smiled flirtatiously. Even though he was now in his mid thirties, he was still the sexy man that would rock my world in my wildest.