Ease through to the make-up, Brenda, I said, turning my encounter away. Thats way too much mascara.

Brenda gently flipped my face back to hers. Will you be still before you make me mess up?

Are you sure guess what happens youre performing? I asked. I was seeking to sit really still but it was hard. I wanted to find out what I looked like. I under no circumstances wore much make-up. I guess I hardly ever really needed it. Guys appeared to flock to me in any case without it. I hoped it would be that way this time around too.

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Of course I know what Im doing, Brenda snapped. I did Karis make-up the last time. And she wasnt complaining.

I chuckled. Ok. Okay. Im sorry. I just dont desire to appear to be a tramp or something.

And I definitely dont want this guy getting suggestions and pawing all over me.

She put the completing touches in the mascara and stepped back again to admire her handiwork. Damn Im great, she exclaimed, clapping her hands. You appearance hot, mama.

Great, I said with a frown. Just what I didnt need. Can I appearance now?

Brenda turned the seat so that I had been facing the reflection. I barely known myself. Wow. I used to be.hot! Whatcha believe…?