The letter ended with a brief but firm postscript that the museum in question wanted to avoid any notoriety that might come with the publication of th...s journal. Furthermore, with their delivery of the package to its rightful owner, the firm's obligation to any involved party was now ended.The letter raised far more questions than it answered. Who wrote the diary and when? Who donated it to the museum and how were they related to me? What museum would not want an original document from probably. "I am jealous, your hair is so pretty." Well I would rather cut it off, so you can have it." Oh no you don't. If you do, I will never help you again. Plus mom wouldkill you." Aaron just sighed at her comment. "There it is all combed, wewon't do anything with it tonight." Good, I'm going upstairs and watching TV until dinner is ready." Aaronbegan to get up when Erica grabbed her arm."Your hair may be done." She pulled out a kit. "But I still have to doyour make up." No way." Aaron tried to get. There was some family event happening, so I was going to stay over for the night and head home the next day. I arrived at my uncle's house and was introduced to Justine. It was crazy seeing her. I had a rough idea of what she looked like but no real specifics.She was small and cute, maybe 5" 2' or so with slightly longer than shoulder length brown hair. She had a nice smile, sparkly eyes and an amazing cleavage. I'd never thought of her as a woman or imagined her in that light but seeing her. " Good!" She slipped out of her shoes and kicked them over to me. "Morgan told me about the pool table down here and I wanted to give it a try."Morgan? Pool table? Candice knew about the pool table; she'd even played a few games. Oh! Morgan, pool table!Candice wore a short, white, puffy dress. It didn't have straps so I wondered about the mechanics of keeping it up. Maybe it wouldn't take much to get it off! The dress came down an inch past Candice's tushy. She smiled at me as she walked slowly.