Well let me describe her, she was a bombshell, an offspring of a sensual Punjabi mother and a handsome Coorgi father. A heady mix of looks and intelli...ence 5′ 7 dusky, sensual eyes 34 B wonderfully firm and pear shaped 26, 34. Well I guess if you’re positive, opportunity does strike lady luck does shower favors! We had a lot of common friends and acquaintances and one evening for my luck, she happened to be hanging out with my friend. I quickly rushed over and well the rest as they say is. “I think you like it being out of control, Miss Spencer. Or rather, out of your control.”I wondered at that, blinking as she held me with her gaze, her fingers squeezing my chin uncomfortably as the silence stretched on. Finally, she chuckled, releasing me from her grip, turning her back on me as she mounted the stairs. “You don’t have to come, slut. It’s not like you don’t have a choice.” Her voice was mocking. I think she knew what I had begun to suspect. I didn’t really have a choice, only. In dem gepolsterten braunen Umschlag befanden sich zwei Dinge.Das erste war ein altes, in Leder gebundenes Tagebuch mit einem abgewetzten Band darum, das den Deckel geschlossen hielt, das zweite war ein dicker Umschlag, auf dem mein Name, Melissa Gordon, in ordentlicher (wenn auch altmodischer) Handschrift stand. Der Brief darin war auf teures schweres Papier getippt, das ein Firmenwasserzeichen in der Mitte der Seite hatte. In dem Schreiben wurde erklärt, dass die Anwaltskanzlei von einem. At five feet three tall, they were nearly as tall as me. And as well as growing up, they had grown out. Not a little, a lot! A whole lot!They had matching hair-styles. Their medium-brown hair was tied in matching pony tails with matching pink ribbons. They wore wearing matching jeans, running shoes and T-shirts. And although I couldn't see through their matching T-shirts, I guessed they also wore matching DD-cup bras! These two were seriously stacked. If it hadn't been for having Tanya about.