After traversing the road for a while it deteriorated a bit but nothing of great concern. The road wended its way through scrubby forest and Ti-tree u...til finally it broke through to clumpy grassland. A few kilometres later I noticed the sea and some houses lining the shore. A notice proudly proclaiming 'Pebble Beach pop 12' someone had crossed out the 12 and made it 11. Looks like someone has left or died I thought.As I drove into the village I noticed a car perched on the side of the road and. There wasn't anything we could do about it, this mall was in a bad section of town, and got no traffic.Anyway, I was alone in the store when a nice looking woman in her 30's came in. She walked around checking out the displays, picking up a couple of samples. As she walked around, I got to see her from front, back and sides. I had to say she was pretty nice looking, I mean for an older woman and all. She had a decent figure, with a thin waist and nice chest. But I especially noticed her legs,. For example, since I'd gotten up today, there had been almost constant texting.No, there was no texting in the shower. Thank God for little favors. But during breakfast, it was constant. Between and even while one of them was saying something in the great Mom attack, they were texting. I don't know if it was suggestions on where to go next, congratulations on the nifty thing just said or what. All I know is they were constantly playing with the keys on their phones while giving Mom a bad. I don’t know that I can remember the exact date I first noticed the change, but it was during the latter half of my freshman year. I remember looking in my dormitory bathroom mirror one morning and being startled by the realization that I wasn’t hideous. Instead of acne I saw bright green eyes, cute freckles across the bridge of my nose, and a charming smile. I don’t know that I want to say I was pretty. I probably was. But what was important to me was that I realized I had changed from an acne.