As I walked into the lunch room though, I felt something. It was like a tuning fork had gone off inside me. I looked around, curious as to what had ca...sed it. My eyes settled on a girl standing in line for a cafeteria lunch. She was beautiful, of course. Her hair was long and brown and wavy. She stood a little taller than most of the girls in the cafeteria, but it wasn’t tall enough to be noticeable. Her skin was pale, and she was thin. In that school uniform, it was obvious that she had a. I had to be careful, as my hands were still a bit shaky, however once I had finished and cleaned up the small amount that had strayed onto my fingers. Once dried the overall effect was just what I wanted. A classic look of a glamorous young woman. I wanted to smell nice as well as look nice, so I picked up a bottle of perfume and dabbed it behind my ears and on my wrists.I don't know how long I had been at Phillipa's house, time had no meaning for me now, but my hair was now down to my. Kimberly, however, was about thirty pounds heavier than her mother. Her breasts were not big, but they were obviously larger than her mothers. Kimberly ran track, so her thighs and calves were well toned. She also had her mother’s complexion. There was just enough Native American in the lineage, that it kept them with a natural tan. Kimberly was my pride and joy. She was a great athlete, straight A student, and when she wasn’t studying or competing, she worked in my office as a clerk. She. Jab maine Neha ko dekha toh main uske paas gaya. Usko ‘h’i bola aur puchha ki yahan kya kar rahi ho.Toh woh boli ki uski koi interview thi Kolkata mein(woh B.Com complete kar chuki thi). Woh aur uska boyfriend jaane wale the saath mein. Lekin last time pe uske boyfriend ne mana kar diya kuch emergency kaam batake. Toh woh tickets cancel karne ke liye baat kar rahi thi.Lekin woh ticket wala raaji nahi ho raha tha ye bolke ki ticket cancel nahi ho sakta. Maine ticket wale se baat kiya. Thodi der.