Sleeping Angel

He'd agreed to apply her makeup...yet...he had never done anything like it before. She lay there waiting on the white table...so beautiful in the morning light of the kitchen sky windows.

Jonas was an artist who loved to paint women. Many of his paintings were nudes but he had never painted the body of a woman on a woman. He had bought hundreds of shades of makeup...he wanted it to be perfect.

He began with her face. He mixed the makeup colors to match her skin and highlight her contours. Her face was rounded well and her prominent cheek bones were like those of confident Queens.

He thickened her eye lashes with black mascara and drew perfect lines to enhance them. He mixed shades of purple to shadow her eyes. Jonas joked...saying,"If you move an inch, Miss Townsend...darling...you will look like Bette Davis with a hangover."

He applied cherry gloss lipstick to her already tantalizing lips. He wanted to kiss her...he sipped from a flask of wine and continued. He felt as if he were painting over a masterpiece.

He backed away and saw her perfect smile. He applied powders of pinks on her cheeks and chin. With a wide brush...he began the task of covering her upper body with a light coat of specially mixed makeup. Every tiny freckle and off color spot was made perfect.

He highlighted her breasts around the nipples with powder. He pulled her nipples up and slightly glazed each nipple with egg white. He put highlights on her stomach and placed the ruby from her necklace in her naval. Miss Townsend did say,"The ruby was the button of her soul."

He applied shaving cream on her legs and shaved each leg as if he were touching a goddess. He spoke out loud,"These are the curves that make men...make fools of themselves." He applied the makeup to her legs and positioned her left knee slightly higher that her right.

He then glazed her silky auburn pubic hair with a mixture of egg white, starch and water. He painted each of her toe and fingernails with absolute precision. Passions of Pink was the color...she demanded he use that specific color.

He combed her beautiful...thick brown hair and draped her long curls just above her breasts.

Jonas was finished. He went quickly to get a step ladder to look down at his work of art. He climbed the ladder as Mrs. Townsend came in the room . Mrs. Townsend gasped,"Oh...oh Jonas..you have done such a wonderful work...she is beyond beauty...a sleeping angel."

Jonas looked down at the body from the ladder and said,"No Mrs. Townsend...she...herself is the wonderful work of art.

Mrs. Townsend stepped up closer....softly weeping....saying,"She so loved being naked...oh..the stories told...she would dance with such grace through the halls of home...father or mother would catch her and scorn her to the devils but she would smile and say she was fully dressed with love."

Jonas came down from the ladder and asked,"So you are still going to bury her this way...totally nude?

Mrs. Townsend smiled and said,"It is what my sister-in-law requested when they found the cancer...she wanted us to remember beauty....not the bruises of disease."

Jonas grinned and said,"Oh Mrs Townsend...this will be a viewing the town will talk about for years."

Mrs. Townsend stroked her sister-in-law's hair...softly and said,"It will send them home with a smile...as it did...countless times when many of them peeked at her through the garden fence."