"If it would please you, I could put my makeup on now," I said."If it would please you, I could put my makeup on now," I said. I think he saw the interruption as a welcome distraction from an impend- ing (but premature and exhausting) third session of lovemaking. That was what I wanted him to think. With appropriately downcast eyes, I promised not to remove my wig or try to look at myself in a mirror if he would allow me to bring my makeup into his bathroom. I have to use a small mirror to put on my makeup, I said, but he could watch me and make sure I didn't sneak a peek at my head. Besides, I had my wig on. There is a small table in his bathroom. I put my makeup box on it and looked in it for my small hand mirror. He had removed it. The mirrors in my bathroom had been covered, too. He is thorough. But he gave me a small mirror to use. My face looks just plain weird without eyebrows. Well, not totally without, but you have to look very closely to see that they are there. Without any makeup I really looked like a blank canvas. I thought I would look like I was on chemotherapy, but my face was flushed from the shower, so I looked wholesome, healthy and pink. Except .... While he put on some clothes in the next room, I put on a founda- tion and a very pale coverup with the faintest touch of blush. Next, heavy eyeshadow and mascara (I know he likes that). |