Peter carefully applied it, rolled his lips together and looked at me for approval. I told him it looked nice but told him that it’s his opinion that matters. “It looks OK I guess… I think I prefer it without the gloss.” he said. “Weird though… painting my face… I can’t imagine having to do it everyday… isn’t it a chore?”
“A bit.” I shrugged. “Most of the time I just wear lippy and a bit of eye-liner and don’t bother with the foundation and eye-shadow.” I informed him. “Why don’t you go and show Mum?” I suggested.
Peter gulped. “Er…”
“Go on… don’t be shy.” I persuaded.
Sheepishly he stood, smoothed his skirt, checked himself in the full length mirror and left. I chose the next skirt he’d be modelling and a couple of minutes later, he returned. “What did she think?”
“She said I looked nice.”
“Did you tell her you’d applied it?”
He nodded. “What’s next?” he asked.
