I walk up the stairs to the balcony, my favorite place, and there’s this girl, sitting in my favorite chair. I know her, vaguely, in the back of my ...ind, it nags me. She’s about 5’7′, shoulder-length brown hair, full lips, and incredibly beautiful. She gets up out of the chair and walks towards me. She hugs me tightly and there’s water in her eyes. She pulls back and wipes her eyes and then laughs and says, ‘Man, you must really hate all those people in your backyard.’ I reply yeah and how much. "A still photographer had been working right along side the film crew, and he took Jenny aside for a few setups. He shot up a lot of film in a hurry, and would have been tempted to shoot more, just because Jenny was as pretty as she was, but finally called it good enough, knowing he had the shot he needed in the can."Man," McMullen marveled to himself. "It just doesn't go any better than that. That's a million-dollar spot if I ever saw one."Overlooking the whole proceeding, the crew from. I texted back I could not go today, since my poor cunt was pretty sore.He insisted, saying he could come to my house and make the headboard of my marital bed rock against the walls... "No", I just typed back to him…I put the phone down and had a quick black coffee for breakfast. I began later to do some house cleaning and laundry. mindlessly go about my morning. I do some cleaning and then head upstairs do some laundry. When I went to the bedroom, I saw the white bed sheets and then a vision. She’s a pale brunette, shoulder length, straight hair cut into a bob, a pair of cats-eye glasses hiding her blue eyes… She’s wearing a dark blue, pin-striped suit, black stockings, pointy shoes, like a slightly “alternative” secretary or something. I’m not sure what it is I like about her, but there’s something about her that draws my gaze. I can’t help staring. She’s a bigger girl… not fat, just…generous. Curvy, even, and her perfect white skin with her red lipstick are driving me crazy for.