Finally on the third day, she overheard her father talking to his business partner. “I’m in a bit of a predicament, Henri,” the merchant said. ...“Oh?” Henri replied. “Why couldn’t Belle be more like her sisters and ask for material things? Why did she have to ask for that damn rose!” the merchant ranted. “Belle asked for a rose? Wherever did you find one?” Henri asked. “Yes…a damned rose! I found one growing at this castle in the dark forest, but apparently it was owned. When I cut it from. "The phone, Wendy." Oh, right. The living room." Another enchanting yawn and stretch, "I'm on it."I followed her down the stairs. Where she had been straight from shoulders to hips there were now smooth bumps that swayed ... I don't know why I didn't fall down the stairs.The phone was next to the hall door. There was a chair for the children to stand on so we could reach the mouth piece. The ability to speak into the mouthpiece was a rite of passage in our house. Grace wasn't tall enough even. Just to remind my stats then, I was 34E-26-34 with not even a single hair on my entire body except for eyebrows and head. I am milky white with amazing glow, very smooth skin which is soft like butter and turns red if pressed strongly.I have very firm boobs, a very slim waist with deep contours on the sides with narrow navel in the center and bubbly ass (all thanks to my rigorous workouts). I always loved showing my body, flash my cleavage and show my legs. My legs are my USP which I love to. Whoever said love was blind, will begin to question their belief with a moments sight.All roads lead to Rome; I’ve learned that about life and love. It all began while browsing a social media site, one that was designed to share images. I’ve staggered upon the profile belonging to Jennifer, although she didn’t have other followers attending our school. Originally, I thought she simply wished her profile to be private and anonymous, however I discovered something entirely different.There was an.