Not that I'd wear this stuff ever again."Wow, Morgan," she said. "You look really sexy in that. It'd be a good idea if you wore it more often."A good ...dea, she said. She was right. Dammit, again, she was right! How did she always manage to see what I couldn't? It was so obvious - I _did_ look good in all this makeup, and with my hair already long, it actually worked really well. It wasn't just a good idea; it was a _fantastic_ one. Girls would be all over me if I went around like this. It was. You're standing in a long room filled with large panoramic windows overlooking a quiet, brightly lit up, street that's decorated in contemporary minimalist fashion you hear the faint clacking of heels striking the lacquered floors but you pay no mind and resume facing the calming streetscape. Suddenly you are pulled back and down upon a conveniently placed white over stuffed white leather sofa you're sitting there stunned and feeling out of sorts you look up taking me all in from my curly locks. But, she is rumored to be a voodoo witch. She also grows an unusual variety of plants - supposedly for her spells and incantations. Wow! I am a huge nature lover too, and this is a must-see!~~~I follow the groundskeeper's instructions and arrive at my destination. It really is out in the middle of nowhere. But, it already intrigues me. I drive down a path flanked by live oaks, with their long catkins draping gracefully from the ends of their branches, forming a canopy overhead. This definitely. He was her life. A powerful wave of maternal love washed over her as she gazed at him.Yes, he had grown. His boyish features had hardened, although there was still a softness around his mouth and eyes. A dusting of darker down under his nose told her that it was inevitable that he would be a man soon. She reached out and touched his face, smoothed his thick hair off his forehead, then caressed his smooth chest.She brought her face close to his and kissed his forehead, her whole being filled.