No, his mission was the president, and compromising the daughter was the right way to go. Whatever crap the president had to worry about was nothing c...mpared to the girl. No father who cared about his daughter would ignore this, and no question she mattered to him. Every distraction counted, the bigger and more personal, the better.There was a side benefit, too. To put it plainly, the girl was flat-out hot. He’d watched the tape more than once and idly speculated about selling the video back. I don't know ... It's hard to explain." Umm! This is going to be easier than I had expected. I can see we're going to have fun shopping. Now, we have to do you make-up."Billy sat at the dresser while she put on a light skin cream and brushed in some blue highlights on his eyelids. Carefully she applied a little eyeliner, mascara and lipstick, her own lips very close to his. He could feel the warm breeze of her breathe brush against his cheek. A surge of desire swept over him. He raised his hand. I was an orchestra geek and Michael was a jock. He was also smart and he just didn’t fit into our little cubby holes. He was different. One day he would have a Letterman’s Jacket. No one in orchestra ever dated a Letterman. It simply didn’t happen. I was in orchestra, ergo, I wouldn’t get him. Tina had dated older boys than Michael and since LuAnn was completely taken with him and since she was so pretty it seemed the most natural thing in the world to conclude they would date, go steady, get. None of this writing for a living, living alone, wanting more. It was all simple and plentiful. My thoughts were disrupted by the bell on the door, and I turned to look at the door. I met a back, wide shouldered and suede clad. The back of his neck was tanned, as if it were summer, and dark blonde sun kissed hair shone out from under a baseball cap. I hated that look in New York. But here it fit and I couldn’t stop looking at this figure. I watched as he left the diner, and caught a glimpse of.