Of all the girls in the school, Michelle was the most lovely. Amanda was cute, while Nicole radiated sex appeal, but Michelle was simply lovely, with ...ark, raven hair that rested on her shoulders, matched by eyes so dark they were nearly black. Her face was like a dolls, with delicate features, except for a pair of sweet red lips that were just made for kissing.And her body was made to match. He remembered her mentioning that she had some German heritage in her - a grandfather, he thought. So. "It's just like Coven, get to the point and get organized," I thought. A few food platters with fish soup pressed by me―an attractive, young, golden skinned woman trying her best to keep things balanced."You'll have to excuse the mess and crowd," the harried woman said to Coven.I placed my hands on the server's waist and guided her around me. As soon as I felt her curves against my fingers, I was keenly aware of her hair's minty scent. We had to press our waists tight to each other to. We talked it over at supper. We'd leave one freezer in each house with their chosen selections and move the rest into the communal dining room. It had a sheltered runway to the industrial kitchen. We moved twenty five mostly filled chest freezers. Thank god for the end loader and pallet attachment. Moving those in the rain and mud by hand would have been miserable if not impossible.We made Josh fess up as to where that border collie pup came from. We lucked into a spring litter. They weren't. I wiggled down the length of the bed so I was sat on the edge, directly opposite the mirror. “Hello, pretty,” I said to myself.You have to love yourself. I learned that early on. If you don’t love yourself, you can’t expect anyone else to love you. That’s not to say I think I’m perfect. Far from it. I’m really critical of my appearance; but working in theatre requires confidence, and you have to work with what you have. So I stared at my reflection in the mirror, checking out everything I.