Lipstick Answers

I just learned it. I was glad to learn it & I used it & it works fabulous. Okay, so you want your eyeshadow to last all day without buying expensive primer? Well then you should use a clearish lipstick or a pinkish lipstick on your eye before you put eyeshadow on. Please star if this helped you.

So, I’ve picked a randon page out of my story, & put it up here. Please don’t criticize my grammer & spelling, I know that there are mistakes. Tell me what you DO like, as well as the parts you really don’t. THANKS!!
“I’m not sure how to describe her. You know the nursery rhyme about Little Bo Peep?”
“Um, Yeah.”
The doors reopened. “That’s my mom, minus the spider.”
Leo raised his eyebrows but said nothing.
We got to my apartment quickly; it wasn’t far from the agency. Nyx had been right about the rain. Every drop of water that touched my skin sent a tingle down my spine & sureness to my step. Leo wanted to take the elevator but I convinced him that the fire escape was a better idea; I couldn’t handle seeing Joseph as sweet as he was.
“We could’ve flown.” He grumbled, when I accidentally kicked him in the face. Eventually we reached the top platform & I hoisted myself through the bathroom window. Leo followed, but made way too much noise.
I heard my Isadora’s voice hesitantly call out, “Julie?”
I took a deep breath & opened my bathroom door, then my bedroom door. I’d expected to see her, wearing her usual red lipstick & Chanel suit but what I found almost made me scream. She was makeup free & wearing a nightgown. She had a black eye & her hands were tied behind her back. There were two men standing above her, one of them was pointing a Glok at her.
“I’m here.” I said, working hard to keep my voice even.
Tears streaked her face.
The man turned to me, the gun with him. His face was brutal & scarred. He was muscular & boxy, not much taller than Leo.
“The infamous Julie Blacktree.”
“Wrong, Clio Proud.”
I pulled my knife out. I wasn’t afraid of his gun.
I heard Leo’s knife come out of his scabbard, which made me feel better.
The man just laughed. “I don’t take kindly to one of my men being killed. My mind flashed to Felix O’Tay.
“He deserved what he got.”
The man laughed, a sickening sound. “Did he insult the little brat? Did the big scary man hurt your feelings?”
I took three steps forward, inches from him.
“I’m not afraid of you. I wasn’t afraid of that imbecile either.”
He slapped me hard across the face. Isadora gasped. I’d never give him the satisfaction of showing my pain. I just laughed. “Do it again. I dare you, see if I care.”
He tried to but I ducked low, stabbing his foot.
“Leo, now!” I yelled.
The man I’d stabbed started swearing quite loudly while Leo stabbed the other guy in the chest. He fell instantly like a toy solider. The man shot me. It hit me right where my heart was & it felt like someone flicking me. The man stared at me in shock. I grinned & pounced, my sword tip was inches away from his heart when I heard his gun fire again. I knew I had to kill him first. I pushed it deep into his heart & twisted. He fell, grasping for it. I turned quickly. Leo was still standing. Isadora! I ran to her & heard her whisper, “Julie!”
I held her hand tight. Scarlet blood was spreading from a wound in her left shoulder.
“I’m here, I’m here.” I said softly. I could see a light fading from behind her eyes.
She opened her mouth but no sound came out, just a trickle of blood. I could see her lips mouth the words “I’m sorry.” Then her eyes fixed on mine & her fingers went limp in my hand.
“No!” I yelled. The tears were coming fast. Pouring down my cheeks. I hugged her tight but as I did she began to fade, turning to air. Where she had been there was a pearl necklace that she always slept in. I felt Leo crouch by my side & I tried to wipe away the tears but they kept on coming.
“It’s ok to cry.” He said quietly.
I tried to find my voice while forcing the tears back.
“No. I’m not weak.”
“No you’re not.”
“Only the weak cry.” I whispered, snatching the pearls up & latching them around my neck. They felt warm against my collarbone. The heat of her life was still in them, even though it had disappeared in her. I ran through my bed & bathroom, hopping back onto the ledge. There was a railing around the platform & I climbed onto it. I stood perfectly still, the rain beating down against my face. Leo climbed out & joined me. We stood there, balancing on our heels. I held my sword up, letting the rain wash away the man’s blood. I heard Leo say my name but it was far away. It was all way too far away to think about. I let a strangled sob escape from my lips & I jumped.

I am 16 years old.
I prefer to be around adults rather than people my own age. I’m just more comfortable with them & seem to have more in common with them like to knit, sew, crochet, & collect little things. The only TV I can stand to watch is either I love Lucy or Andy Griffith. Something about watching DVDs a lot bothers me. I prefer VC-Rs. I dress in either businesswoman clothes like blazers OR old fashioned 1950’s clothing as seen on I Love Lucy. I care about my appearance a lot & like to have curled hair, wear red lipstick & hair ribbons. I cannot stand anything wild & crazy, or any wild & crazy situations. I don’t mind the mall, but my idea of a party is simply people mingling & eating nice food, like we have at my church. I hate crazy, claustrophobic situations, which is why I would never be comfortable being alone with someone my age. I like things to be calm & feel “safe”. I’m not the biggest neat freak on a whole, my room can get messy, but one of my favorite things to do is sort little things I collect from big to small, or neaten out small things like creases in furniture. I love to iron & fold clothes. I am fascinated by little, simple things, like magnets, string, light up items, or anything squishy. I can sit & play for half an hour with something like that. I have good social skills & am said to be a very friendly person & very lady-like. But I am more comfortable with adults & seem to know what to say/do better with adults. I love to joke around with them & make them laugh. I like feeling “small” next to them & being adored & treasured. I also do not believe in sex before marriage, I want to stay pure for as long as possible because I like that innocent feeling. I get attached to people very easily, especially women from 35-60 that I want to take care of me like a child. I have to sleep with my teddy bear & favorite blanket every night or I don’t feel secure. I am mature, I have very mature beliefs & don’t act like the average teen. But, I enjoy things like coloring pictures (I cannot stand to go out of the line, though) & I like little girls’ princess things. I love babies, & want to hold a baby so badly. I also like to play princess & stuff with little girls as much as I like to be with adults. I cannot wait to become a mother(but I will, because I know I am no where near ready). I hate modern gadgets. I want a cell phone but just a plain phone. I don’t like the stupid I-phones & Smart Phones & such. I prefer regular PCs (usually older ones), to newer, fancier laptops & such. I have physical issues as well, I walk on my tip toes, tend to speak quietly(but quickly),and had habits when I was younger such as flapping my arms. I’m sorry if this sounds as if I am full of myself, but I would like to know if you think I am just weird or if something could be wrong with me?? People are always telling me I’m not normal.

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Q: Why did the blonde have tire tread marks on her back?
A: From crawling across the the street when the sign said “DONT WALK”!
Q: Why did the blonde keep a coat hanger in the back seat?
A: In case she locked the keys in her car
Q: Why did the blonde tip-toe past the medicine cabinet?
A: So she wouldn’t wake up the sleeping-pills
Q: Whats the difference between a pittbull & a blonde with PMS?
A: Lipstick
Q: Why do men like blonde jokes?
A: Because they can actually understand them
Q: Why do blondes like lightening?
A: They think someone is taking their picture
Q: Why do all blondes have a dimple on their chin & a flat forehead?
A: Finger on chin-i dont know. Hits forehead-Oh i get it.
Q: How do you confuse a blonde?
A: You don’t. They’re born that way.
Q: why was the blonde wearing her sunglasses?
A: She was having sunny periods

I’m 14 & I would really like to try some makeup, but I want it light & fresh, & that matches my skin tone well. I have kind of dry skin on my cheeks, but oily in the T-zone.http://www.flickr.com/photos/37325412@N0… (I’m the one on the very right)
And hopeful each item shouldn’t cost more then 13$ :
Is primer necessary, because I heard that it brightens your face, & stops the foundation from clogging up your pores, is that true?
I HATE concealers, idk.. i think they are just too thick & stuff, so usually I just put a little bit more foundation on areas I need to conceal. Which foundation should I get, & what color would I be in it? And would a brush like this, work to blend it out? http://www.target.com/Sonia-Kashuk-Synth…
And I want kind of a lipstick that kind of pops, but still looks light. And prefrebly matte/really low shimmer. And product/color suggestions?
For eyeliner whats a good smudge proof pencil (in white & black), & long wearing liquid liner (I like the kind with the brush, & not felt tip)
And a good facial highlighter? Because sometimes my skin tends to be gray-ish/dull.
And don’t worry if it doesn’t match all of the requirements, I only wore makeup one time before (8th grade grad.) so I don’t know much.
- Thank You sooo much! xoxo

Forever
It was the part of the day I would rather skip. Sitting next to crazy Ben & trying to pay attention to Mr. Weber was almost impossible. I walked into 6th period & took my usual seat. Crazy Ben wasn’t there. I tried to think of the possibilities.
He was attacked by a stampede of elephants.
Ms. Lillian chewed him up & swallowed him because he forgot to do his homework, again.
He had another one of his chilidog contests at lunch & ate himself to death.
Or my favorite, his family decided to move far far far far away so he could never come back again.
Instead of Crazy Ben coming Troy Cash came & sat next to me. The most popular guy was sitting next to me.
“Sup.” Troy spoke in his overly romantic amazingly sweet voice.
“Hey.” I said shyly.
I had to bite my lip. When I get nervous I start blabbing nonsense that no one cares about.
“Shut up Riley no one cares about how the sun rotates around the Earth.” I thought to myself.
“So, are you good in math because Mr. Weber is always on my case & I need help. So if you ain’t good in math I’m going to go sit down back down with my girl.” Troy spoke in the same romantic voice except this time it was rude & sarcastic.
“Fine I’ll help you, but I’m not giving you an A your going to work for it.”
“Uh, sure.” Troy said this time with no romance all of it was a rude tone with a stupid giggle at the end.
“Why do all the hot guys have to be so rude?” I thought to myself.
All of a sudden a small folded up note was tossed onto my lap. It was folded messy ,and there was a small blue peace sign on the yellow lined paper. It wrote,
Dear Riley,
I’m in trouble. come to my house at 5:00 P.M. cant do earlier because of detention. Be there! I got us some cool new stuff. Oh yah if you were wondering why I have been freaking mad at you all day it is because I know who is sitting next to you right now. Troy Cash!!!!!!!!! My FUTURE husband, how dare you!
Love you,
Cassidy
Cassidy has been my best friend/troublemaker sense we were two years old. She is much more optimistic than I ever will be. She has the second hottest guy in school. Andy Thomson, he is a straight A student who gets invited to all the cool parties. How does he do it?
The bell finally rang. I was out of here. I packed up all my books. Now totally ready for the weekend. I ran out of the classroom. On my way out I bumped into Andy. all of my books fell to the ground. I stood there biting my lip, again.
Andy picked up all of my books & started walking.
I ran after him. I supposed he needed to talk to me about Cassidy.
“What do you want?” I said as sweet as I could manage. Of course it is totally visible on my face that I’m fuming.
“God, can’t a guy talk to his girlfriends best friend without being patronized.” He said just as “Sweet” As I.
“Sorry, I’m just not in the best mood.” I retorted.
I looked up at his shimmering blue eyes & had to look away. They were way to gorgeous to resist, but I had to. His blond hair lit up in the sun & his polo really gave it an edge. His jeans were stoned washed. Not to baggy, just the way I like it. His shoes were Nike but not the want-to-be-cool type. They were just white. He was my dream guy. I couldn’t talk to him. I couldn’t look at him. I just could not!
My best friends boyfriend. What was I thinking? I was thinking I’m single & Cassidy is in love with Troy anyway. I was thinking he should be mine. All mine ,but I know he was in love with Cassidy & I couldn’t let this go anywhere. I had to think mad. I might slip ,I might not. I hope not!
“It’s ok. Can we talk?” Andy asked like all innocent.
“Yah. Sure.” Oh no. Think mad. Think mad.
“Listen, me & Cassidy are over, I think. She hasn’t been talking to me .Could you ask her what is going on? Also, do you want to come to dinner with me & her tonight? It will make things less tense.” He said like a hurt puppy.
“Uh, I will ask her & I would love to go to dinner with you guys.” I answered ,my mouth hanging almost open.
“Thanks.” He hugged me real tight ,gave me my books , & ran over to Charlotte, his sister.
I just stood there like an idiot until Troy grabbed my elbow & shook it.
“Dude. Dude. DUDE. Wakeup. Hello?” Troy kept going on.
My eyes went wide.
“What time is it!” I demanded.
“4:52.” He said holding my hand.
“4:52. I have to go! Cassidy is gonna crucify me.” I looked at his hand. I went wide-eyed.
I grabbed his hand threw it off & hugged him goodbye. I had no time for giggly flirting. I threw my book bag over my shoulder. I Unlocked my bike & rode off ,leaving Mr. Ego behind me. I was realizing I dazed nowhere for three hours & eight minutes. I had to hurry over to Cassidy’s house. Our dinner was approaching & I had to look amazing.
Chapter 2
Narrow Eyes
I pulled up to Cassidy‘s house, now fully aware it was 5:04 & I knew I was dead. I unlocked her garage ,threw in my bike, ran upstairs to her room , & jumped onto her bed. She was on her computer. My white albino skin curly brown hair & dark green eyes were nothing compared to her porcelain face with black sleek hair & silver intimidating eyes. She gave me the chills when she turned around with narrowed eyes. She looked disappointed. I was about to ask what is wrong when she flipped open her lip-gloss.
“What color would you rather have, sparkly pink or daring gold for dinner tonight?” She asked in her mad but totally not noticeable voice.
“Daring gold.” I tried to sound desirable it came out sounding pathetic.
She laughed throwing me a darkish gold gloss. I twisted it open applied a dab & smeared it in. She threw me a red camisole & a plaid sweater that included red gold & black. Cassidy pitched me a pare of sun-washed skinny jeans that resembled hers in a way except mine were darker. She brushed my hair back & put it into a bun. She tossed over a pair of gold converse, black eyeliner, & a dark green eye shadow that matched my eye color.
Cassidy was the one who stood out with her jeans & a rocker T-shirt. Red lipstick & black pumps. She had a big tote & her hair was scrunched. She was a rebel.
Cassidy & I filled each other. I was the goody good. She was the radical one. I have never been jealous of her. She had a decent life , a single mom ,an awesome boyfriend. I had an amazing voice & both my parents are alive.
“Ready to go?” She asked.
“Yah , I guess” I said unwillingly.
We walked to the garage got on our bikes & rode off into the setting sun. She watched as I began to smile. Her eyes still narrow.
I pedaled faster & faster. I knew we were close. My grin got bigger & bigger. I started humming my favorite song, Thriller.
She rolled her eyes then went back to narrow eyes. We were here , & she was stiff .I was giggly. We walked in & asked for a table for three. She seated us right away & asked what we would like to drink. I asked for a diet soda & Cassidy asked for a sprite. Finally Andy showed up.
His blond hair was combed back & you could see his bleach blond streaks. He was wearing a brown button down shirt with a collar & dark denim jeans with some black Nike’s. His blue twinkling eyes were covered by his glasses but I didn’t mind he still looked irresistible to me. Cassidy shrugged & padded the chair in the middle. He took a seat. Andy kissed Cassidy on the cheek turned & hugged me.
He complemented my lip gloss & complemented Cassidy’s shoes. He ordered a diet coke when the waiter came back. We all took our menu’s & studied them carefully. I was sick of the silence.
“Andy ,I need to talk to you. Alone.” I shrugged
He turned, kissed Cassidy on the forehead, & walked over to somewhere private with me.
“Cassidy is not mad. She just wants some space.” I really meant it to.
“Oh. Ok. That’s it?” He was confused
“Yes that’s it.” I told him.
Right this second I was on the verge of tearing my lip off. I was biting it so hard, & it started to bleed. He ran over & got paper towels. He dabbed them on my lip. He brought me to the bathroom.
“Wash your lip with soap. Then come back out & we can sit & I will try to stop the bleeding. Okay?
“I’m so sorry . I didn’t mean to.” I stared at him with puppy dog eyes.
“Why are you sorry? You bit your lip to death? There is nothing to say sorry for .
I ran in to the bathroom. I washed my lip with there lavender soap & put some lotion on my hands. I ran back out to find no one was there .I ran to the table the check was there. Paid. No friends were there. The waiter was coming by.
“Excuse me miss, where did my friends go?” I asked politely.
“They left you a note. Here.” The waiter spoke just as polite.
I tipped her nine dollars & got myself to unravel the small piece of yellow line paper with a peace sign on front.
Dear Riley,
I’m sorry , I really do like you but I cant .You know I love Cass. I cant abandon her .She is my life. Don’t blame me for leaving .Cassidy pulled me out .I have your bike. I will lock it up at the school tomorrow so you can get home. Hope it helps.
Xoxo,
Andy Thomson
Chapter 3
Home
Home wasn’t were I wanted to go. There I would have to be interrogated by my father, Ted. He is big & tuff. He loves sports & it was his dream to have a boy. Ted is an overly protective Teddy bear who wouldn’t hurt a fly.
My mom, Tessa is a soccer mom. She love having cool things & going shopping. She might not be able to pay attention for one minute, but sometimes she makes that a good thing.
Autumn, my sister is 18, three years older than me, she practically lives at her boyfriends house. She is attending college, is 5 months pregnant, & is trying to juggle a part-time job at a local restaurant.
My brother Dylan is 13. He is a weird kid .Dad was mad about that. He would rather sit inside all day playing auto theft 4 then going & throwing some balls at Fletcher park.
I flopped my bike on the ground & fling my book bag into the car so I wont have to do that tomorrow morning. I unlock the door & force the key out of the hole.
“Anyone home?” I shouted.
There was no answer. I shrugged & went up to my room. I flopped on my bed. I opened my book & started to read the first line of page 456 when Dylan slammed his door. I figured autumn was home.
Our house was decent .Two stories, & four bathrooms. We lived in the town of Silver Tree, the state of Seattle. It always rains & there hasn’t been a sunny day since January 22, 2008. Three whole months with no sun. We used to live in Little Rock, Arkansas but we had to move because of inflation. I was only one. We picked the white house that we have today. Right next to Cassidy.

When Michael woke up, his alluring wife, Elisa, was already in the Nautical galley, cooking his breakfast. When he walked in the scullery, wearing simply a pair of red boxers, she smiled politely & placed a layer before him, on the kitchen listing. ‘‘Eggs,’’ Michael said rudely. ‘‘Eggs. I had eggs for breakfast yesterday morning, Elisa. And the morning before. And the morning before. Is it unsuitable for you to cook something that isn’t eggs?’’ ‘‘Well, I…’’ She stuttered. Michael grabbed the face & threw it against the fence. He then grabbed Elisa’s arm & threw the frail lady on the floor, next to their cat’s edibles bowl. He ran upstairs, whilst his helpmeet, with blood in her gob, managed to get up. A few minutes later, he ran back downstairs, wearing his house suit, & leftist without saying goodbye. Elisa cried as the man she loved so dear left. ‘‘Oh, Katherine,’’ Elisa heard herself say, as their trifling, orange cat came out of the area running. ‘‘You are my only adherent.’’
-
It was nearly twelve o’clock noon & Elisa was sitting in the Nautical galley, staring at the chalk-white wall. She could still soup the blood in her gateway, since she felt too depressed to go con her teeth. What will I do? She asked herself, crying. Michael was always hurting her. And it was outmoded to make him pay. But how could she? She touched her desire. After all, she was carrying their nipper. And Michael didn’t distinguish it yet. I have to steal some well-to-do, Elisa trifle. What is keeping me here? All I have are my thoughts. My many thoughts. She intern her eyes & for a assist, a brief, gruff second, she was twenty years in the whilom. Norway. Iceland. Sweden. Maryland. Portion her neighbour set her Christmas tree. Treatise glasses. Losing her virginity to a Danish man. She smiled. I have my youth, too. Perhaps it will be a little young lady. She had always wanted a hardly any girl. Or a boy. She remembered her nephew. He had died a few years earlier.
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She ran up the stairs & grabbed a hanger. I cannot keep the indulge, she thought. It’s… It’s Michael’s. She had cogitation about it all afternoon. It’s too much. I don’t scarceness to be associated to Michael anymore. I am leaving. I am affluent to my mother’s. She ran downstairs, holding the wire hanger. It’s habits. She opened her legs & shoved it interior her vagina, shaking it. The tribulation was unbearable. She was screaming. ‘‘Oh, God!’’ The neighbours heard her bemoan many times. All of a sudden, she pulled the wire hanger out & something was seconded to it. She felt a zip on her cheek. It was Michael’s babe in arms. Michael’s issue. Michael’s blood & his genes. Thankfully it was disused now. She placed it on the larder table, sat down before it, & watched it carefully, as though she was waiting for it to move. She touched it gently with her fingers. She smiled. Michael doesn’t like the meals I cook up him, she thought. Let’s see if he likes that.
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When Michael walked in the lineage later that day, he smelled a rather odd scent, one he had never smelled before. What on Dirt, he thought. Elisa was wearing a prolonged, black accoutre & her hair was curled. She was wearing red lipstick & yellow stilettos. ‘‘Salutary evening, Michael,’’ she said. ‘‘Sit down.’’ She placed a portion before him, smiling. Oh, she deliberating, if only he knew it’s his own newborn… She tried not to mock at. She sat down in front of him, on a chair, the Nautical galley table between them. ‘‘Aren’t you active to eat?’’ Michael asked. ‘‘I already ate,’’ Elisa said. He took a gnaw. ‘‘This is delectable,’’ he exclaimed. ‘‘What is it?’’ ‘‘Veal,’’ she replied dryly, slowly slipping her foot out of her stiletto. It went up Michael’s leg, touched his thigh, & his create, large penis, which she started, using the tip of her toes, massaging. He started smiling. ‘‘Are you teasing me?’’ He asked. ‘‘Why, yes, I am, Michael,’’ she replied. Michael in a flash grabbed the scullery table & threw it against the bulkhead; the meal she had spout most of the afternoon cooking splashed all over the larder floor. He jumped on her. She hew down off her chair. Like two animals, they started making disposition. Screaming & yelling & penetrating each other. Elisa moaned with gratification as Michael’s thickset lips found her tyrannical nipples. For a few minutes, they made honey. Once it was over, they stayed on the conquer, Michael’s immense arms around Elisa’s neck. ‘‘Intermission,’’ she said. She slowly crawled at the other end of the scullery & picked up, with her eat one’s heart out fingers, the particular course of Michael’s dish. ‘‘Start the ball rolling your mouth,’’ she said. He obeyed. She placed his newborn on his tongue. ‘‘Swallow it,’’ she whispered. Once again, he obeyed.
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The next morning, Elisa bursting her stuff & red before Michael woke up. He never knew he had, the round-the-clock before, eaten his own son.

When Michael woke up, his alluring wife, Elisa, was already in the Nautical galley, cooking his breakfast. When he walked in the scullery, wearing simply a pair of red boxers, she smiled politely & placed a layer before him, on the kitchen listing. ‘‘Eggs,’’ Michael said rudely. ‘‘Eggs. I had eggs for breakfast yesterday morning, Elisa. And the morning before. And the morning before. Is it unsuitable for you to cook something that isn’t eggs?’’ ‘‘Well, I…’’ She stuttered. Michael grabbed the face & threw it against the fence. He then grabbed Elisa’s arm & threw the frail lady on the floor, next to their cat’s edibles bowl. He ran upstairs, whilst his helpmeet, with blood in her gob, managed to get up. A few minutes later, he ran back downstairs, wearing his house suit, & leftist without saying goodbye. Elisa cried as the man she loved so dear left. ‘‘Oh, Katherine,’’ Elisa heard herself say, as their trifling, orange cat came out of the area running. ‘‘You are my only adherent.’’
-
It was nearly twelve o’clock noon & Elisa was sitting in the Nautical galley, staring at the chalk-white wall. She could still soup the blood in her gateway, since she felt too depressed to go con her teeth. What will I do? She asked herself, crying. Michael was always hurting her. And it was outmoded to make him pay. But how could she? She touched her desire. After all, she was carrying their nipper. And Michael didn’t distinguish it yet. I have to steal some well-to-do, Elisa trifle. What is keeping me here? All I have are my thoughts. My many thoughts. She intern her eyes & for a assist, a brief, gruff second, she was twenty years in the whilom. Norway. Iceland. Sweden. Maryland. Portion her neighbour set her Christmas tree. Treatise glasses. Losing her virginity to a Danish man. She smiled. I have my youth, too. Perhaps it will be a little young lady. She had always wanted a hardly any girl. Or a boy. She remembered her nephew. He had died a few years earlier.
-
She ran up the stairs & grabbed a hanger. I cannot keep the indulge, she thought. It’s… It’s Michael’s. She had cogitation about it all afternoon. It’s too much. I don’t scarceness to be associated to Michael anymore. I am leaving. I am affluent to my mother’s. She ran downstairs, holding the wire hanger. It’s habits. She opened her legs & shoved it interior her vagina, shaking it. The tribulation was unbearable. She was screaming. ‘‘Oh, God!’’ The neighbours heard her bemoan many times. All of a sudden, she pulled the wire hanger out & something was seconded to it. She felt a zip on her cheek. It was Michael’s babe in arms. Michael’s issue. Michael’s blood & his genes. Thankfully it was disused now. She placed it on the larder table, sat down before it, & watched it carefully, as though she was waiting for it to move. She touched it gently with her fingers. She smiled. Michael doesn’t like the meals I cook up him, she thought. Let’s see if he likes that.
-
When Michael walked in the lineage later that day, he smelled a rather odd scent, one he had never smelled before. What on Dirt, he thought. Elisa was wearing a prolonged, black accoutre & her hair was curled. She was wearing red lipstick & yellow stilettos. ‘‘Salutary evening, Michael,’’ she said. ‘‘Sit down.’’ She placed a portion before him, smiling. Oh, she deliberating, if only he knew it’s his own newborn… She tried not to mock at. She sat down in front of him, on a chair, the Nautical galley table between them. ‘‘Aren’t you active to eat?’’ Michael asked. ‘‘I already ate,’’ Elisa said. He took a gnaw. ‘‘This is delectable,’’ he exclaimed. ‘‘What is it?’’ ‘‘Veal,’’ she replied dryly, slowly slipping her foot out of her stiletto. It went up Michael’s leg, touched his thigh, & his create, large penis, which she started, using the tip of her toes, massaging. He started smiling. ‘‘Are you teasing me?’’ He asked. ‘‘Why, yes, I am, Michael,’’ she replied. Michael in a flash grabbed the scullery table & threw it against the bulkhead; the meal she had spout most of the afternoon cooking splashed all over the larder floor. He jumped on her. She hew down off her chair. Like two animals, they started making disposition. Screaming & yelling & penetrating each other. Elisa moaned with gratification as Michael’s thickset lips found her tyrannical nipples. For a few minutes, they made honey. Once it was over, they stayed on the conquer, Michael’s immense arms around Elisa’s neck. ‘‘Intermission,’’ she said. She slowly crawled at the other end of the scullery & picked up, with her eat one’s heart out fingers, the particular course of Michael’s dish. ‘‘Start the ball rolling your mouth,’’ she said. He obeyed. She placed his newborn on his tongue. ‘‘Swallow it,’’ she whispered. Once again, he obeyed.
-
The next morning, Elisa bursting her stuff & red before Michael woke up. He never knew he had, the round-the-clock before, eaten his own son.

I had 3 short dreams in one night….(had woken up after each dream for a few moments, did not open my eyes but was conscious that I am awake)
Dream 1. I was with a group of bikers on ride that was now scattered (I didn’t know if I was the leader or not), but I seemed to see a group of people gathered alongside the road far away (not my group) (also, did not appear to be an accident of any sort). Hence, I got into the act of coordinating my group & finding out if everything was alright & all were okay & tried to gather them together.
Dream 2: I was speaking to somebody I don’t remember about my nail. I think it was my right index finger (if not, my right thumb; don’t remember). My nail was half dirty (brown from tip to midway) & I was speaking of getting it half removed by minor surgery. The other person was telling me that it would be painful as they would remove the part of flesh below the dirty nail.
Dream 3: I saw a beautiful lady looking sideways (right side) at me & smiling as she was walking. (She seemed to be passing by me). She was wearing a pajama & had a purse in her right hand. She was neither fat nor thin. (I have heard seeing a fat lady in dream is not good). She was wearing prominent lipstick. The smile though, was wide & looked genuine.
I request & invite you all to solve this triple mystery in one night.
I am sorry “Intuitive Readings Dot Org” for not inviting you last time & also I was a new user to “edit” comment. Special invitation to you.

I have pail-ish skin (not exactly ivory but a light beige) with pink undertones, Dark brown eye’s (had several people ask me if I was wearing black contacts), & Dark chestnut brown long hair.
I’m great at applying foundation colors & lipgloss/ lipsticks, but I can’t seem to find anything to do with my eye’s. It all seems wrong. For now, I’ve been using a white eye pencil in the corners of my eyes & under my brows, with maybelline great lash mascara, & that’s it, no liner. As for eyeshadow, I’ve been using a charcoal/ grey/ lite smoky shadow… But it’s not doin it for me… I’ve tried pink… Which was just aweful… Green looks best on me but I’m worried that I can’t wear green eye shadow during the day… As far as liner goes, I just can’t wear it… It looks way too harsh against my skin, even if I only apply it to the bottom. I’ve also tried brown eyeliner & that was pretty okay, but I’m still not sure. Any tips/ tricks for lighter complexions with dark eye’s & hair?

I have an oily face & even trying to maintain my daily make up can be difficult, but I have a bigger worry.
Halloween is coming & I need to find good way to make my black make up around the eyes stay & not slide off or smear.
What is the best black make up to use? I know there are many things such as face paint, lipsticks etc, but from your experience what is the best one to stay on.
And also what is the best way to apply. Any special tips that you have learned from your own experience?
Thanks in advance.

When Michael woke up, his alluring wife, Elisa, was already in the Nautical galley, cooking his breakfast. When he walked in the scullery, wearing simply a pair of red boxers, she smiled politely & placed a layer before him, on the kitchen listing. ‘‘Eggs,’’ Michael said rudely. ‘‘Eggs. I had eggs for breakfast yesterday morning, Elisa. And the morning before. And the morning before. Is it unsuitable for you to cook something that isn’t eggs?’’ ‘‘Well, I…’’ She stuttered. Michael grabbed the face & threw it against the fence. He then grabbed Elisa’s arm & threw the frail lady on the floor, next to their cat’s edibles bowl. He ran upstairs, whilst his helpmeet, with blood in her gob, managed to get up. A few minutes later, he ran back downstairs, wearing his house suit, & leftist without saying goodbye. Elisa cried as the man she loved so dear left. ‘‘Oh, Katherine,’’ Elisa heard herself say, as their trifling, orange cat came out of the area running. ‘‘You are my only adherent.’’
-
It was nearly twelve o’clock noon & Elisa was sitting in the Nautical galley, staring at the chalk-white wall. She could still soup the blood in her gateway, since she felt too depressed to go con her teeth. What will I do? She asked herself, crying. Michael was always hurting her. And it was outmoded to make him pay. But how could she? She touched her desire. After all, she was carrying their nipper. And Michael didn’t distinguish it yet. I have to steal some well-to-do, Elisa trifle. What is keeping me here? All I have are my thoughts. My many thoughts. She intern her eyes & for a assist, a brief, gruff second, she was twenty years in the whilom. Norway. Iceland. Sweden. Maryland. Portion her neighbour set her Christmas tree. Treatise glasses. Losing her virginity to a Danish man. She smiled. I have my youth, too. Perhaps it will be a little young lady. She had always wanted a hardly any girl. Or a boy. She remembered her nephew. He had died a few years earlier.
-
She ran up the stairs & grabbed a hanger. I cannot keep the indulge, she thought. It’s… It’s Michael’s. She had cogitation about it all afternoon. It’s too much. I don’t scarceness to be associated to Michael anymore. I am leaving. I am affluent to my mother’s. She ran downstairs, holding the wire hanger. It’s habits. She opened her legs & shoved it interior her vagina, shaking it. The tribulation was unbearable. She was screaming. ‘‘Oh, God!’’ The neighbours heard her bemoan many times. All of a sudden, she pulled the wire hanger out & something was seconded to it. She felt a zip on her cheek. It was Michael’s babe in arms. Michael’s issue. Michael’s blood & his genes. Thankfully it was disused now. She placed it on the larder table, sat down before it, & watched it carefully, as though she was waiting for it to move. She touched it gently with her fingers. She smiled. Michael doesn’t like the meals I cook up him, she thought. Let’s see if he likes that.
-
When Michael walked in the lineage later that day, he smelled a rather odd scent, one he had never smelled before. What on Dirt, he thought. Elisa was wearing a prolonged, black accoutre & her hair was curled. She was wearing red lipstick & yellow stilettos. ‘‘Salutary evening, Michael,’’ she said. ‘‘Sit down.’’ She placed a portion before him, smiling. Oh, she deliberating, if only he knew it’s his own newborn… She tried not to mock at. She sat down in front of him, on a chair, the Nautical galley table between them. ‘‘Aren’t you active to eat?’’ Michael asked. ‘‘I already ate,’’ Elisa said. He took a gnaw. ‘‘This is delectable,’’ he exclaimed. ‘‘What is it?’’ ‘‘Veal,’’ she replied dryly, slowly slipping her foot out of her stiletto. It went up Michael’s leg, touched his thigh, & his create, large penis, which she started, using the tip of her toes, massaging. He started smiling. ‘‘Are you teasing me?’’ He asked. ‘‘Why, yes, I am, Michael,’’ she replied. Michael in a flash grabbed the scullery table & threw it against the bulkhead; the meal she had spout most of the afternoon cooking splashed all over the larder floor. He jumped on her. She hew down off her chair. Like two animals, they started making disposition. Screaming & yelling & penetrating each other. Elisa moaned with gratification as Michael’s thickset lips found her tyrannical nipples. For a few minutes, they made honey. Once it was over, they stayed on the conquer, Michael’s immense arms around Elisa’s neck. ‘‘Intermission,’’ she said. She slowly crawled at the other end of the scullery & picked up, with her eat one’s heart out fingers, the particular course of Michael’s dish. ‘‘Start the ball rolling your mouth,’’ she said. He obeyed. She placed his newborn on his tongue. ‘‘Swallow it,’’ she whispered. Once again, he obeyed.
-
The next morning, Elisa bursting her stuff & red before Michael woke up. He never knew he had, the round-the-clock before, eaten his own son.

Sleepover question??????/?
I used my girlfriends email earlier. This is my email
My Question is.
Girl Friend, Girl cousins 14 other girls. Please read?
I did asked this earlier today but got little answers so i added in more info.
My Girl Friend want to dress me up as a girl?
Should I do it. i am 80% sure i am going to do it.
She wants me to do it for 5 days.
It might be fun
The first day she will torture me for fun.
The Second & third & 4th & 5th day she is have s sleep over with 16 of her female friends. She wants me to come & be one of the girls. It might be fun I will be able to spend time with my girl friend. My 2 girl cousins will be there. Also My Aunt that is younger then me will be there. I might do it, I never get to spend a lot of time with my girl cousins or my aunt that is younger then me, I care about my cousins & my aunt a lot. Yes My aunt is 14 almost 15yrs old. I volunteer at 2 hospitals during the week.I love my cousins & aunt & i care about them they are my family. I love & care about my GF.
I am not gay. I am 16yrs old.
If i do this i have to get some makeup. i will use some of her clothes
My Questions are
Should I do it?
What Kinds of makeup should I use?
Lipstick
Foundation
Eyeliner
Mascara
eyeshadow
nail polish
blush
other types of makeup
What does mascara work? What does mascara do? How to you remove it?
What Kind of Girl Clothes should i wear? Skirts Bras dresses GIRL SHOES.
What kind of girl places should i go dress as a girl?
What should i expect at the girl sleep over?
she wants me to buy makeup
with out her help
please answer all of my question
The best answer that will help me will get 5 stars
5 stars for best answer that answers all most or all of my question

Saturday mail delivery in Canada was eliminated by Canada Post on February 1, 1969!
In Tokyo, a bicycle is faster than a car for most trips of less than 50 minutes!
There are 18 different animal shapes in the Animal Crackers cookie zoo!
Should there be a crash, Prince Charles & Prince William never travel on the same airplane as a precaution!
Your body is creating & killing 15 million red blood cells per second!
The king of hearts is the only king without a moustache on a standard playing card!
There are no clocks in Las Vegas gambling casinos!
There is one slot machine in Las Vegas for every eight inhabitants!
The Mona Lisa has no eyebrows. It was the fashion in Renaissance Florence to shave them off!
Every day 20 banks are robbed. The average take is $2,500!
The most popular first name in the world is Muhammad!
Tablecloths were originally meant to be served as towels with which dinner guests could wipe their hands & faces after eating!
Tourists visiting Iceland should know that tipping at a restaurant is considered an insult!
One car out of every 230 made was stolen last year!
The names of Popeye’s four nephews are Pipeye, Peepeye, Pupeye, & Poopeye!
Until the nineteenth century, solid blocks of tea were used as money in Siberia!
The Nobel Peace Prize medal depicts three naked men with their hands on each other’s shoulders!
When glass breaks, the cracks move faster than 3,000 miles per hour. To photograph the event, a camera must shoot at a millionth of a second!
A Boeing 747 airliner holds 57,285 gallons of fuel!
A car uses 1.6 ounces of gas idling for one minute. Half an ounce is used to start the average automobile!
The Philadelphia mint produces 26 million pennies per day!
A lightning bolt generates temperatures five times hotter than those found at the sun’s surface!
A violin contains about 70 separate pieces of wood!
It is estimated that 4 million “junk” telephone calls, phone solicitations by persons or programmed machine are made every day in the United States!
It takes glass one million years to decompose, which means it never wears out & can be recycled an infinite amount of times!
Forest fires move faster uphill than downhill!
Almost half the newspapers in the world are published in the United States & Canada!
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The two-foot long bird called a Kea that lives in New Zealand likes to eat the strips of rubber around car windows!
Most lipstick contains fish scales!
Skepticisms is the longest word that alternates hands when typing!
One ragweed plant can release as many as one billion grains of pollen!
It’s illegal to drink beer out of a bucket while you’re sitting on a curb in St. Louis!
The first product to have a bar code was Wrigleys gum!
No piece of square dry paper can be folded more than 7 times in half!
A group of geese on the ground is a gaggle, a group of geese in the air is a skein!
Over 2500 left handed people a year are killed from using products made for right handed people!
There are more than 10 million bricks in the Empire State Building!
If you counted 24 hours a day, it would take 31,688 years to reach one trillion!
Taphephobia is the fear of being buried alive!
A crocodile always grows new teeth to replace the old teeth!
The sun is 330,330 times larger than the earth!
Clinophobia is the fear of beds!
A ‘jiffy’ is an actual unit of time for 1/100th of a second!
Porcupines float in water!
Pinocchio is Italian for “pine eye”!
The sentence “The quick brown fox jumps over a lazy dog.” uses every letter of the alphabet!
The average life span of a major league baseball is 5-7 pitches!
The Mint once considered producing doughnut-shaped coins!
The only 15 letter word that can be spelled without repeating a letter is “uncopyrightable”!
The longest recorded flight of a chicken is 13 seconds!
……..1..2..3…you know the drill………..
…….now wasn’t that fun…back to the facts……..
The sloth (a mammal) moves so slowly that green algae can grow undisturbed on its fur!
Cat urine glows under a black-light!
The world’s termites outweigh the world’s humans 10 to 1!
The electric chair was invented by a dentist!
Windmills always turn counter-clockwise. Except for the windmills in Ireland!
A hedgehog’s heart beats 300 times a minute on average!
Camels have three eyelids to protect themselves from blowing sand!
The placement of a donkey’s eyes in its head enables it to see all four feet at all times!
Human teeth are almost as hard as rocks!
A mole can dig a tunnel 300 feet long in just one night!
Ancient Egyptians slept on pillows made of stone!
A hippo can open its mouth wide enough to fit a 4 foot tall child inside!
A quarter has 119 grooves on i

OK so, I am turning 14 soon, & my mom says I am aloud to wear any makeup I please, because she knows I will put it on tastefully. So, here is what I plan to buy, along with my future skincare/makeup routine.
I am buying:
matte cream blush
matte cream bronzer
purple, blue, and/or brown eyeliner
a couple lipsticks various shades to mix & match
clear mascara, as I have no need for black
a 4 kit of eyeshadow in shades of browns & golds
a 4 kit with blues & purples
pink (this is a maybe, as I could just use blush)
a bottle of makeup remover
q-tips
an eyebrow brush
should I bother with a whole brush set, or just buy one for the eyeshadow?
should I bother with an eyelash curler?
My plan:
1. wash face, put on blemish stick, moisturize
2. use concealer to cover any under eye circles or pimples
3. put EITHER blush or bronzer, depending on how i wat to look, but never both
4. put on eyeshadow
5. line eyes, if I feel like it
6. curl lashes? put on mascara
7. brush brows
8. lips

If foot fetish is considered so weird, rare , disgusting , annoying or whatever then how come there are so many porn sites on foot fetish? And why do girls pay so much attention to their feet???
I know why girls paint their nails (and I hate painted hands & feet no offense it doesn’t even let u see if the girl has clean nails, once this girl in class sat next to me (I guess unfortunately for her) & since I am a close observer even though I don’t tend to stare at other girls or anything unless it’s a pic or vid lol I couldn’t help but notice the germs under the tip of one of her nails & since then she’s been wearing black polish whenever I noticed & it turned me off so much I find myself having no sexual desire for her since then (well maybe just a little but don’t get me wrong I’m not gay just something between bi curious & bisexual lol since I haven’t engaged in any type of sex with either sex) even though she’s so fond of me not that I hate her or anything, read the sign it says NICE GUY I virtually hate no one it’s just that I try to avoid a relationship with her without hurting her feelings & it’s sometimes so hard doing so I mean what’s the point say I ask her out or something & pretend I am sexually attracted to her & then after a couple of dates she’s gonna want more & that’s when I have to act like a jerk & leave her with a broken heart actually I have this situation with other girls as well but not all girls of course lol sorry for the long parenthesis keep reading)
As I was saying I think I know why most girls paint their nails & have pedicure but how do you explain the shoes? I mean yeah like high heels do make you look taller & sexier overall BUT it also has a great impact on how how your feet & legs look right? I mean like it makes your feet totally stand out & unfortunately for me this time it even makes ugly feet with ugly toes attached to them look sexy from some distance It can be very VERY misleading you know exactly what I’m talking about don’t you girls?(okay I don’t wanna sound cocky here please correct me if u think otherwise thanx)
So I think it’s completely normal for an Einstein like me to figure out that he enjoys sexy female feet JUST LIKE BOOBS, REAREND & all the other yummy accessories & if that fellow Einstein happens to be honest with himself he would accept what he likes & has feelings for instead of fighting back & trying to deny it & enjoy his fantasies to the fullest (thank God for all these porn sites I’ve hardly ever seen genuinely cute girl feet in reality & even when I did most of ‘em were married to lucky dudes!- although most of the sites suck cause of the polish it’s just so unnatural just like when a girl wears so much lipstick u wanna vomit right in her face not to mention all the money she spends on cosmics no offence girls I’m just being honest & spitting out whatever is inside it all comes right from the heart lol! Now it’s your turn to vomit! After all this is YQ&A)
*Any boys/girls agree with me up to here? Please tell me I haven’t lost my mind or something lol
For those of you who think feet are ugly I must say that I definitely agree with u I hate ugly feet with weird toes specially when the second toe is longer than the big one yuck! have u noticed how many feet are actually like that?
*question # 2: How many of you chicks like male feet (at least if they are good looking)? Is there any chance it will turn u on at any particular arbitrary time of the day on an arbitrary day of the week? What about female feet? So I guess I sort of answered the question above, huh? I don’t want to sound vain here but my feet are SOOOOOO totally super duper sexy!!!! (I don’t know it’s a crazy world u might think different but at least according to my standards u know like smooth skin, no cracks, beautiful curve ,lovely sole, hot toes, perfect nails that are somehow miraculously always clean. I could swear they almost turn me on! You could barely tell it’s a guy’ s feet except maybe it’s slightly more muscular than the average female feet but I don’t think you would notice if u didn’t know any better I guess they are pretty close to what I consider as my ideal dream girl feet! Unfortunately though they’re mine so I can’t lick them & kiss them or rub my penis with them & even if I could it wouldn’t give me sexual pleasure cause I would feel two of my body parts at the same time unlike when someone else does it for u it’s more of a surprise to your nervous system & mind. Hope I didn’t sound gross or anything 2 u just trying to be informative it’s just that the lack of sexy girls with good personality AND sexy feet attached to them has made me type these bull**** (I did it for yahoo lol so stupid we can’t type whatever we want here although we used to like I just have to put dots between the letters to get what I want such a waste of time & energy) instead of spending my time with my gf ( don’t get me wrong I don’t really have a girlfriend never really had one but of course lot’s of “girl” “friends” when I was a bit younger except that I never looked down. Btw now I’m almost 20) & as I mentioned before even if any girls with sexy feet happened to pass by I wouldn’t bother taking a second look cause it’s probably just the high heels, sandals, flip flipflops ,pumps or whatever else they’re wearing.
* Oh, & I almost forgot um girls, I know I’ve asked this question before but don’t those high heels look terribly uncomfortable? Specially with socks & stockings yuck I like’em natural & nude( although I always like a nice pair of sandals on sexy UNPOLISHED natural female feet not to big not to small just the size of montreal man I sound awful & maybe I’m just being picky oh & I haven’t ever smelled female feet so better not say anything about that except that I think I wouldn’t mind a sweet smell) I mean like I have terribly sexy feet but that doesn’t make me com out naked so everybody could see. Why don’t u just wear sneakers or addidas or something more healthy?
THANX IF U HAVE READ UP TO HERE I WILL READ YOUR ANSWERS WITH GREAT CARE AND I HOPE I DIDN’T HURT ANYONE’S FEELINGS.
Wheeehooow (how do you type that one couldn’t find it in the dic)!!!!!!!!!!!
PS: IF YOUR BOYFRIEND TELLS YOU HE DOSEN’ T VISIT PORN SITES OR MASTURBATE HE’ S A BIG LIER!!!!!!!!!
Source:honest guy

heyy ok well Since it is Summer I want a Fresh but Nude(Natural) makeup look.im young so nothing drastic But I dont have any Lipsticks that are a Nude color I have a Sheer lipgloss but that has sparkles. I want it all some what Natural, stuff that will Accent me enough but not over do it. so please help. & i have liquid fondation but I hate Wearing it. So i wear Powder. so Please help! anything is good! Even some tips or so!

Scene 1: Joe & Bill sitting by the lake listing to the radio, there fishing rods are on pegs holding them into the water, Bill’s fishing rod starts to move so he jumps up to get it when his phone starts ringing.
Bill: Hello? (Flustering, trying to keep hold of the fishing rod whilst on the phone)
(Mary’s voice is played on a speaker phone)
Mary: hey Joe its Mary.
Bill: Oh hi Mary (as he says this he gets over exited & drops the fishing rod)
Joe: What did you do that for you idiot!?
Bill: SHHHH! Marys on the phone, (making gestures to Joe)
Mary: I was just wondering if you wanted to go to the old sweet shop tonight, you see, it’s closed down & the rumour is that all the sweets are still in there.
Bill: Course I can tonight.
Joe: Hey! We are meant to be going to watch Mirrors tonight. (Stamps his feet & turns away from bill)
Bill: Come on Joe, free sweets. How can you resist? PLEEEEEEASE (goes right into Joes face & smiles really big)
Joe: Ahh okay, but this is the LAST time I change my plans for you (points right in bills face)
Bill: (turns away from Joe) Alright Mary, I’ll see you at the old oak at 8 o’clock.
Mary: Oh good, see you there. (Hangs up)
Bill: Get in (starts punching the air)
Joe: You weirdo, she don’t like you, you know what she is like.
Bill: (faces the audience) I can dream.
(Joe & bill both exit lights fade)
Scene 2: lights up on Bill sitting on a basic bed in a rusty cell. Inside the cell there is a sink & a barred window & a dim spotlight.
Bill: (facing the audience, walking from side to side) it shouldn’t of happened like that, I shouldn’t of made my best friend do what I wanted to do all the time, it’s not fair he should be here now, & so should Mary, the one person I knew I loved. They think it’s me, (raises voice) THE PIGS THINK ITS ME. (Starts softly crying) Me? Why would I do that to my friends? I’m stuck here till other evidence is found. This isn’t a place for a person like me, (starts to get angry) I’m not as strong as I make out & now I’m hurt, hurt inside it’s my fault. No longer can I think of things that have been or things that maybe. It was me, me, me. (Starts crying more heavily) My fault. Death would be better then this guilt that I feel. Death is what they got. Death is what I deserve. (Turns away from the audience, & hangs a sheet over his bed. a silhouette of Bill tipping a pot of pills down his throat) Let’s see what may be. (Collapses on the bed, lights go down)
Scene 3: a dim street light is the only light they have shining on a little wooden shack entitled “the sweet shop” Mary is sitting under a tree putting on lipstick, bill & Joe enter.
Bill: Hey Mary, (runs over to Mary, she stands up & gives him a hug)
Joe: Hi (in a stroppy blunt voice)
Mary: Come here you moody sod (runs up to him & gives him a huge squeeze)
Joe: Get off, get off. (Starts to giggle)
Bill: So how do we get in to it then? (Looks at Mary)
Mary: Well you big strong boys should be able to break a window latch or something (in a flirtatious way)
Joe: Bahhhhh, look at that weedy twig (points to Bill)
Bill: Piss off (punches Joe in the arm)
Joe: Owwww! That really hurt (in a sarcastic voice, pokes tongue out)
(Whilst Joe & Bill have been mucking about Mary had already picked the door lock with her hair clip)
Mary: Here you go you puffs (smugly smiles)
(Lights fade)
Scene 4: Very dim Lights show Joe, Bill & Mary standing in a dusty, run down sweet shop.
Mary: So what actually are we getting from here? (Looking at Joe & Bill)
Joe: sweets.
Mary: Duhhhh! I meant what sweet? Well whatever just have a look round & pick up what you want.

I had 3 short dreams in one night….(had woken up after each dream for a few moments, did not open my eyes but was conscious that I am awake)
Dream 1. I was with a group of bikers on ride that was now scattered (I didn’t know if I was the leader or not), but I seemed to see a group of people gathered alongside the road far away (not my group) (also, did not appear to be an accident of any sort). Hence, I got into the act of coordinating my group & finding out if everything was alright & all were okay & tried to gather them together.
Dream 2: I was speaking to somebody I don’t remember about my nail. I think it was my right index finger (if not, my right thumb; don’t remember). My nail was half dirty (brown from tip to midway) & I was speaking of getting it half removed by minor surgery. The other person was telling me that it would be painful as they would remove the part of flesh below the dirty nail.
Dream 3: I saw a beautiful lady looking sideways (right side) at me & smiling as she was walking. (She seemed to be passing by me). She was wearing a pajama & had a purse in her right hand. She was neither fat nor thin. (I have heard seeing a fat lady in dream is not good). She was wearing prominent lipstick. The smile though, was wide & looked genuine.
I request & invite you all to solve this triple mystery in one night.
I am sorry “Intuitive Readings Dot Org” for not inviting you last time & also I was a new user to “edit” comment. Special invitation to you.