" With a singlemanicured finger she stroked her chin while looking in the compactmirror. "I sure like make up better than shaving."Soon after the su...gery but before the hair salon she had submitted to a"face peel" that had removed all previous imperfections in her skin andseemed to have arrested all hair growth on her face. It was notexpected to be that effective, but perhaps combined with the dailyhormone dose there was not a sign of a whisker. She was checking now,but was pleased to see. Ever since the small village of Meadowview came together. He was all that was left of his family. His whole family had died a year before from a fever that had spread through the area. Since then times became hard. He was a tall man with rough features from his many years from working under the sun. He was a burly man, showed by his tight and ragged clothes that he worn. He jet-black hair was cut short and wild. He stared out at the tree line watching as fireflies blinked on and off as they. His words pleased her, excited her. Bob walked around her as usual and cupped her full breasts, her tight little ass, stroked her pussy and asked, "Does this feel good Linda? Do you like me to touch your cunt this way?" Oh yes Brother Bob... I love it... but I feel like I need more... " And you will have more... a lot more and soon my dear. Now I have some beautiful statues to show you."He ushered her to the chapel and a door at the dark end of that main room of the first floor. He lead her. I had the whole flight to think about my life and how it will change. It almost seems unreal like I’m having a nightmare. My life finally starts getting better. I’m making friends, I’m on the varsity football team, and now I’m taken away from it. I get off the plane and into the terminal and from what memory I have of her, I immediately recognize my grandmother. She’s smaller and thinner than I remember. 5’8”. A frail 120 pounds. She is also a lot older looking than I remember, with short grey.