Once inside the building Trish handed over 25 dollars at dingy pay booth …’What the heck!’, she thought, as she was directed along a corridor an... into a narrow booth. The harsh lighting made her squint and it was a few moments before she could locate the holes in the wall. There was a heady odour of sperm and ripe cunt in the airless cubicle. There were even some soiled panties strewn on the floor. It looked like someone had recently mopped the concrete floor, none too carefully…unmistakeable. Lesly’s genuine red/ blond hair, green eyes and the intoxicating body could make any grown man bend over backwards to see her as a successful model girl and not only be trying to get into her panties. Knowing her parents, he promised a bit hesitantly to help her and put together a nice portfolio; other than introducing her to some people who could help her in this new endeavor. She was very thrilled.As a first step, he introduced Lesly to meet with one of the very famous makeup artist, he knew. Tony was worried. It seemed all too realistic for his liking. Much as he loved Rota, somehow his whole being balked at the thought of what seemed an arranged marriage. He knew now he really wanted to marry her properly, but he wanted to do it in his own time, and make it something very special."I thought that this was a fake wedding - where is the fake part?Rota told him. "Everything is real except the vicar, who will be an actor and not an ordained priest, so all we have to do is to declare. Well the Harrington wasn’t the only bistro in our little village of Phoenix, Arizona. No indeed. My favorite watering hole, and Lance’s, was still the Pasture. And Lance had stood me up. He actually had a meet up with a woman, a woman who was cooking him dinner, at her house. Shit, I should be so lucky.I came in late, there was no need to be early, now I was done with ASU. And, with Lance otherwise occupied, all I was going to do was tip a few back anyway.I might have been coming in late. But.