Many grew rich as tickets sold in mass - Trainers became the patriotic rock stars of their time, earning enough to fuel the growth of stadiums, battle...circuits and even video game licensing with limited edition collectible cards. Regulated Trainers went around capturing escaped and wild girls, becoming masters of their feared enemy.. those perceived fears valid or not.But our story takes place a generation after the war, where the pendulum of public opinion swings yet again. This generation. Anyway, for the rest of the party I went topless and had lots of dance partners, happy to hold my naked torso in their arms.Ok lets move on to my next first, oh yes I remember, during that party I was given a business card, which in truth I didn't even look at. Later, well in fact a few days later, I was digging my clothes out to be washed, when I came across this card again. It was a guy from the Media Dept., who wanted me to be a model for him and his students. I know I've said I was happy. She saw me with this huge bouquet of flowers and came right to me. As I handed the bouquet to her, I leaned in to give her a 'welcome' kiss. She accepted the flowers and gave me back a 'hello' kiss. She really was awesome. Not tall, about 5' 6", flowing long blonde hair with a slight flip that framed her beautiful face. It was apparent that she didn't need any makeup. Her face was flawless with beautiful eyes, high cheekbones, cute little nose, and full lips that were dark toned. Any lipstick. “They’re lovely.” Her smile sent a shiver through me as she divested me of my offering, as well as my blazer, stepping aside as I entered her domain. Her suite was decorated tastefully in a style more Mediterranean than French. Exotic, at least to my tastes, and perfectly suited to her. Other than that quick impression, I gave her my full attention, or rather, she demanded it with her mere presence. I am not sure what I’d anticipated, but she’d defied even my most outrageous expectations in her.