As she turned to go into her bathroom she caught sight of herself in the mirror. She stopped and took stock. "Hey" she said aloud, "less of the old ma...d." She wasn't that bad, at least not for a 38 year old. She pulled off the 'T' shirt and then her plain bra, her 38E breasts — no her 38E "tits" — felt easier without the tight constraint. She wasn't a waif like Fiona, she was more rounded. Her tits did not sag too much, the size of them meant some was inevitable. She was 5' 9" tall and 160. .. Do you have a fetish for violence or something? Because the first time we met you didn't spare a second glance at me, but as soon as I snap at you and threaten you your panties get wetter than an olympic swimmer." Esmeralda shrugged before answering "I have a thing for guys with balls of the Manly variety. Boys are not welcome. I thought we established that earlier, no?" "Well, I was blinded by rage one moment, and by lust right after so forgive me for not remembering." Esmeralda sighed. We will find just the perfect color for the most perfect young lady I know.”She gave me a light kiss on the cheek, and I got a rap on the back on my head from Tiffany as she walked by.After school, we all went into the Walgreens and were pointed to the hair color section of the store. You’d think you were purchasing a car. There were thousands of colors in dozens of brand names.I let Isabel get ahead of me, while Jenn and I lay back just walking behind. “You could have done this online. . . Mr H-Havers . . .” Rosalie’s smirk broadened into a wide, happy smile. “Lucky you!” she said.Briefly, Melissa’s lips twitched, but she made no reply.“Well, there’s a change of scene coming for you, girl,” said Rosalie.“Your Mistress wants you for SOME fun and games. And so do I!”Again Melissa’s lips twitched and horror flickered briefly in her dark, despairing eyes.“I . . . I understand, Miss,” she replied in a tight voice.“Follow me, then,” said Rosalie. “You are to have the honour of.