Just the way it was and can't changethe past-this was the mid sixties when we got into high school, right?So then makeup-which I love applying and wea...ing. Maybe if I was acisgendered female, I'd think of it more of a necessary chore, but I'mnot and it isn't. It's fun. So the usual moisturizer, followed up byprimer, THEN followed up with foundation (Clinique Even Better-I don'tuse drug store foundation except for emergencies. You know, the stuffall the girls used in school back then). Blush. It was such a boost to my confidence when I noticed other men looking at me with envy. If they only knew!With Melissa looking her best, I had to get myself ready. I took a quick shower and got myself dressed. We still had some time to kill before leaving for Diane’s, if we left then we’d have been at her place by six, which might be cutting it close to her ‘any time after dinner’ invitation.Our apartment had been converted from what used to be a store and we had a large street-level storefront. It wasimpossible not to admire those beautiful eyelashes.Mistress asked Diane innocently, "I see Cindy admiring your eyelashes.They are pretty. How do you get them so long?"Diane reached into her purse and pulled out a Lancome mascara. "Thisis by far the best mascara. And you'd be surprised how quickly itlengthens and thickens your lashes." Really?" asked Mistress so innocently. "Hmmmm."There was the longest pause in the conversation. I know Mistress aswell as she knows me. But she was. They looked down at two naked granny women bare bottoms perched on their laps, and Emma ordered, “Part your legs old woman.”Mabel was now wondering whether she should have resisted but supposed it was far too late as she looked at the floor, and then at the upside-down legs of the prefect and her, very pretty, ankle socks. She looked under the chair but couldn’t see much as her drooping breasts were right in front of her eyes and she could hardly see her legs dangling there although she.