Her most striking feature however, is her long curly, black hair. Whether she lets it fall freely over her shoulders, or ties it in a bun or ponytail,...you can’t help but be jealous of it.Nia golfs in our league, and regularly finds her name on top of the leaderboard. I’m not a bad golfer myself, and have only been able to beat her a couple times. Maybe that’s why she seems to rub me the wrong way. Nia is all about competition, and takes the game a little too seriously for my liking. I guess. Weapons had long been cast aside—they fought with bare hands and knees, no rules, the desperate grunts reaching high into the stands where the elite lay breathless, watching in their silken glamour. Sylvia lay on her side, pillows propped at her back. Pure white skin, in contrast with her rich green tunic, stretched the length of her body, and she matched the robe with the brilliant envy-green of her large eyes. Long brown hair tumbled in tresses, hiding the soft curve of her breast, but even. Her two kids went to sleep and her husband went to get something from the store which was next to the hotel. I went to her room to get some stuff. I knocked the door. I was stunned to look at her she was in bra and towel trying to cover her boobs, she was not expecting me, It was an awkward moment for both of us. But nobody knew about this as her kids were sleeping after a long journey. I took the stuff and went to my room without saying any word. Later at night when we went to function. She. Any short, oriental genes had been overwhelmed by the height on her father's side. She was five-eight, and might still add an inch or two. Her legs were long, hip bones noticeable but not prominent, and her waist gathered her body in before swelling out to breasts that were far short of Heidi's, but that she liked just fine. Clara thought, If it doesn't fit then I can dump him. Mentally she winched. She had no idea she could be so casually insensitive. Okay, she thought, not 'dump' exactly. If.