"Yes, reality. Youknow...Earth? America?"Lust would have smiled. Chided me for speaking in such simple terms to abeing who has witnessed the birth of ...n entire continent. Seencivilizations rise and fall. This man did not smile.He simply fixed those cold, unflinching eyes upon me. "You're a Lillith,aren't you little one?"I nodded hesitantly, trembling slightly. Everything about this manradiated...raw, untainted contempt. Loathing. Not for me, but for whatI was. For life itself. He despised me. She was then made up again and photographed. Themakeup was removed again and then reapplied only with different colors.This went on until late evening, makeup on, makeup off, over and over,until Tiffany was sick of makeup. "That was the last shot Tiffany, do you want to wear this makeup homeor have it removed?" asked the photographer."I'll remove it when I get home," she answered.Tiffany didn't know how good she looked made up the way she was, shewas a show stopper. She walked outside and saw. My wig, of natural human hair,is shoulder length.My face is "done up" conservatively except for my nails and lip-stick,all deep red.I give the impression of a typical southern matron. I see you approach and catch your eye and hold it for a moment before I drop my gaze to your crotch.By the time you stop in front of me a huge bulge has me slowly running my tongue over my red lips before I look up to see your handsome face.We introduce ourselves and you ask if I've ever been to the "secret. She would tell Ryan she was sorry and that they had to stop now before they both did something they would regret, maybe forever.And then for a split second, Jennifer's eyes traveled from her son's face all the way down to his feet. And in the middle, she caught sight of his crotch ... which was bulging."Mom ... were you going to say something else?" Ryan finally interjected after his mother stopped talking and stared, not at his face. He hadn't noticed what had caught her attention."You really.