As a rule I did not go by first impressions, but this time, I was convinced. Her physical appearance was neat, tidy and practical. Her light blue eyes... sparkled, accentuated the gold streaks in her hair. A light, spattering of freckles covered the bridge of her nose. Her lips, parted in concentration as she waited for my response. I was suddenly aware that I was staring, which was very unprofessional, but I couldn't help but envy her good looks. I wasn't plain, but I was just not a head. The gift might not get used as intended, but maybe it'd do some good."He sighed, "Not every year, not even every other, a girl gets delivered, always in March. I don't want or welcome it." But why? And why in reward? And why in apology? I had to like memorize those stupid words."When he said nothing, she asked, "What did he do to you, that Viktor Kropusek? Did he take your money, screw you at work, take your girl?" I'm not going to tell something I've kept to myself for 20 years to a whore." he. . Two hours to go and my face is looking ok, a nice bright pink gloss on my lips and the make up around my eyes in shades of white and olive green is looking just how I like it to be highlighting them but not over done, now what undies to wear, I know she likes me in pink so I will give my love what she likes and more I hope late. I adore to wearing my lovely soft feminine undies as often as I can and I love all of my sets of which I now. Checking into the gasthaus was quite hilarious. Nobody manned their front desk; there wasn't one. In fact, the place appeared dark and utterly deserted. Eventually I went outside again and managed to find an old granny sunning herself whilst feeding the plump chicken. She was much surprised by my approach, and grasped perhaps every other word of what I spoke. Her babble through toothless gums was not very enlightening either, but I managed to decipher that all people were on the fields, to just.