I was very pretty,though I had to admit that I wasn't drop dead gorgeous. I wasn't superglamorous or stripper material, but more of a girl next door t...pe, withof course the exception of my green hair. "Figures I have green eyes too," I commented, thinking that theywent pretty good with the hair. Then I stepped back and tried taking in my entire body. Idefinitely had a pretty decent figure as well. Very nice without goingoverboard. And since I just couldn't resist, I willed my antigravity aura. After all, the heart wants what the heart wants. That is what I realized only after she was gone. I wanted to say this the first time we met but she didn’t give me a chance. Later I refrained myself thinking this isn’t what she wanted, she might have moved on. But her casual selfies that she sent, despite the fact that I ‘thumb-upped’, it was hurting me.There was a complete silence when I said this to her. We quietly ate out dinner and then cleaned all the dishes and the dining table. All that. A couple of my men will take all of the equipment in and have it all set up by the time we get there.’ ‘How many models will there be?’ ‘I only have one other model so far. She’s African American. Tisha Williams, do you know her?’ ‘I’ve heard of her.’ ‘I hope to find a well endowed natural blond to round out the shoot.’ ‘How does a thirty six D, twenty four, thirty eight, strawberry blond about five four sound? She’s really cute, lightly freckled, a little stout without a dimple anywhere.’. Removing the dusty sheet there was a battered, dusty old Suzuki GSX750 (1997-2002). I pulled it into the middle of the room and desided it was time for some TLC. I went to my bench picked up my tool box and set to work. It was like this for a few days, work through the day, and the odd shifts and the Minx, and all the evening spent work on my bike. I hadn't slept since I left the flat, and I was starting to feel the affects, but I had to keep busy, If i left my mind wander too much I would.