I never got rid of hickies or tried to hide them. I'd make up stories about how they happened. Stuff like "I wasn't feeling good and my friend tried cupping on me" or my personal favorite, I had an ENORMOUS hickie, I swear to God it went from below my ear to my throat on my right side. Matt of course thought this was hyesterical, and i got absolutely no sympathy from him. Racking my brain how to explain it I came up with a story that I hit a cat and that I slammed my brakes and the seat belt left the mark (Forget that the mark was on the wrong side....) I was so distraught about "Hitting the cat" that my mom was too busy consoling me to worry about the bruise. My dad knew and he just rolled his eyes. Anytime I came come late after that he was like "Hit any cats lately?"
MAKE SURE SHE DOESN"T LOOK LIKE SHE'S TRYING TOO HARD! Nothing tips off a hickie like turtle necks in August, or when your neck is flaking off from caked on cover up.