. he must try it again. This time, paying attention.Uhhmm. Jack mumbled as his brain churned with ideas. What if his co-workers were hotter? And femal.... Maybe resembling some pornstars or an actress he’d thought. Clicking onto a media browser and searching his favorite models.Visiting one of his go to nude model websites, {he} searches through the image gallery. “Owh! I like her.” Jack points out openly again. A little to comfortable that he’s alone.The girl goes by the name Calypso Muse. .." she whispered into his open mouth, then they were kissing again. When they eventually paused to catch their breath, she gave him a loving smile before demurely drawing the sheet back over her enchanting breasts. Sighing happily as she sat up against the headboard, she ran her fingers through her beautiful mane of long, raven hair.The tension in the room was gone. The moment had passed, and everything was back to normal.Still fanning out her silky hair, she noticed her sheet had slipped down. Had Jordan made that much of an impression on me? Yep, she sure had. Back home I cleaned up after my run, did some more editing and started getting supper ready."Hi Brian!" came a yell as a bundle of energy burst through the door. "My friends Rita and Sally saw me with you this morning and wanted to know who you were. I told them I was staying with you and I think they're kinda jealous 'cause they told me they think you're hot!" She smiled as she said that. "'Course I know you're hot!" She. When the swirling wind died, the feather was entwined in my hair. The grandmothers fussed over it, inspecting the feather and its attachment to me, then chattering in their language about what the sign meant. My hair was so entwined around the quill that it seemed impossible to remove without damaging the feather or cutting my hair. It was decided to be a sign that must be left until it was ready to separate itself. I was warned, with all the elder women nodding agreement, that it would be a.