Perhaps not wisely, I pushed it even further.Perhaps not wisely, I pushed it even further. Instead of my usual lip gloss, I put on a flesh-colored blemish cover that comes in a twist-out tube like a lipstick. I thought that was kind of in keeping with my new "featureless" look, since it is almost the same color as my skin. He was watching, and despite the unusual look it gave me, he didn't tell me to change it. He seemed mesmerized. I was loving it. So I gave my face the piece de resistance. My invisible eyebrows gave me the liberty to put my eyebrows wherever I wanted. I sketched in razor-thin eyebrows that had those high arches like movie stars from the 1930's, but with an inspired touch: where they neared the bridge of my nose, I turned them upward slightly instead of down. This gave me a very interesting look--as though I were either very worried or possibly even in pain. It's amazing how expressive eyebrows are. And pants, too. I stood and walked into the bedroom with my eyes carefully down, but with as much sensuality as I could squeeze into four or five steps. He followed me. I gave him another broadside. I knelt in front of him and, keeping my eyes down, asked in an almost inaudible whisper, "Would it please . |