Jack posed Jean for photos on the streets. The girl was stiff and tooself-conscious, but improved after Veronika gave her some tips and tolda few funn... stories from her modeling days. Jean wore gray tweedtrousers and a simple white shirt. It wasn't chic, but her remarkablygood looks made it work."Are all your clothes this boring?" Veronika asked Jean. She wasappalled the girl's lack of style. Veronika herself wore a leopard print tunic-style mini dress with a widebelt. The billowing bodice. The chance to actually meet her becomes clear, yet will it be too late? We have been busy and our times to write have been sporadic. I write the email, knowing there is a slim chance that it will be read in the time I need to make arrangements to stop. To my surprise as the window of chance to see a reply draws near, an IM flashes on my screen... "I'd love to meet you"We discuss and agree on a plan and a strategy so that it will be convenient for us both to meet. The drive is full of the. A feature written by my editor. I almost didn’t recognize her at first, because it didn't describe her the way I would. Not at all, in fact. In the photo she was half turned away, hidden behind sunglasses, with her hair in front of her face. To me, that photo was more or less as recognizable as a hot Banksy.For a while longer I just watched. The way she flowed through the cue to guide the cold, white sphere across the table was magic. As it struck the other balls, they were guided straight to. I started to feel alittle bit of a buzz and dropped my quarter as I was putting it into theslot. I bend over to pick it up and my hair fell in front of my face. Isat up and brushed it back behind my ears not even thinking about it. Itwas early so I did not want to get too buzzed, so I decided to head backto my room. I stood up and started walking back to my room, again I feltthe panties rubbing into the crack of my ass, but I also noticed I wasswaying my hips and walking differently, almost.