Jesscia Rabbit

I love my brother-in law. And I actually like him. I like him a lot. It was not the case when I first met him. He was too quiet, one of those good-looking fellas who are so quietly contained in themselves that they can sadly go unnoticed. Nigel, a man of many artistic resources. Nigel, the one who makes my hair shine, the one who makes my face shine, with glee while he quietly lights up a fag (no pun intended) and smiles. He's the one doing all my hair experiments of which all go right. He's a man of not many words, but of a lot of wisdom. It's a very wise head on the good looking twenty-four year old. He's the one responsible for me being a fiery redhead right now. And he loves my hair, because it's so long and silky. I can feel it when he does it (the hair I mean). The way he lovingly runs his magical hands through my hair, almost as if he were making love to it. Not sex, but love. That is how passionate this young man is about hair. My hair. And somehow I don't feel uncomfortable about him making love to my hair. I guess I should, because hey he's my brother in law. But I don't, because it's hair and I guess it's allowed with hair like mine (ahem). I mean God has bestowed beautiful hair to cover my already beautiful head, and if a top stylist like Nigel doesn't make love to my hair, to whose is he going to do it with? And it feels nice, perhaps because it's family and thus it should be forbidden. I'm not sure, but I don't argue because I love it anyway. And I love him, not just for the hair magic tricks. I love him because somehow he's grown on me (just to add to the weight that little bit more) and I have come to love him and his quiet ways as if he were another brother. He is also a very good chef, he treats me like a princess, he really cares, it's a 24 year old looking out for a 35 year old, which is probably very mad. But I like mad and sometimes mad is good. And yesterday it was this quiet man wanting something wickedly mad. He wanted a Jessica Rabbit, because he thinks Jessica with her big butt (hint) and massive boobs is the sexiest cartoon character ever put out in the cartoon world. I kind of agree, although the fact that she's a rabbit and thus a rodent still puts me off a little bit. So I get my Nigel, my fine hair, a Jessica Rabbit costume on the table, and a sad Nigel because he would so have loved to dress up in his Jessica Rabbit costume, sewn perfectly by himself. But he lacked the shoes. The red patent high heel killer shoes worn by this rabbit. And I smiled. Shoes... now that's my department. Red patent killer heels... I had just the ones, bought because they looked so sexy and never worn. And I smiled even harder, because while I am a big 41 in shoe size, he's a trim size 41 in shoe size. It meant that I could make a man happy without even showing him my boobs, and you don't get that very often. I just looked through my shoe room, sure enough there they were, grabbed a pair of stockings and displayed them proudly for him to see. His reaction... never have I seen a human being so overjoyed in my life. After putting them on in a flash, he did the walk... and dear God the guy actually walks better then I do in heels. They fitted perfectly, suited him and his Jessica to a tee. That's what being a good Samaritan is all about, sometimes it's all about shoes. So there was Nigel, walking the walk, talking the talk... of Jessica Rabbit. It was almost perfect, except for one thing in which area I am dreadfully inexperienced. He just needed a bigger butt! Something apparently difficult for some people to have. But we foamed it all out with the heaviest of foam padding I ever saw. And finally Nigel got his bigger butt. His red shoes. His siliconed boobs. And his Jessica Rabbit. Now he's just got to shave his legs a little bit...