She's extraordinarily lovely and delicate, like perfect porcelain. Her beauty assaulted my senses as she removed her shirt. Shorts fell to the tile an... she stepped out of them. She unfastened her bra and dropped it on the counter. As she did, she looked up and smiled at me. I felt like a dumb cow staring, open mouthed, at her. But, she gave no notice. Her breasts are smallish, with pretty pink nipples. Her body is slim and her toes are super cute, painted white to offset the golden blonde of. And I’m a banker. Who would lend a dozen kids that kind of money?“This isn’t a question for the group, Brian,” I said during the dinner break. “Do you mind if we talk privately?”“Of course not, Mr. Clinton. You know I have great respect for you and always appreciate your input, even if it seems like I ignore it, sir.” I didn’t think he outright ignored my input, as he said. I’d seldom met such a strong-willed individual, though.“Fine. I just want to know, Brian: Why am I here?” The question had. Adam groaned again, wanting so much to go back to sleep, but he found himself sitting up to put the phone back on its cradle. The movement disturbed Pi, who had been sleeping next to him and she mewed her annoyance as she jumped off the bed. ‘Yeah yeah, I hear ya.’ He started with a shower and threw on the first clothes he grabbed. Very tight blue jeans and a black tee shirt. Nothing special. He didn’t even bother to spike up his hair, letting it hang messy instead. He happened to glance out. The bar area was very quiet just 5 other people, myself and a very attractive young lady behind the bar.She was easily 5ft 11, very slim and as i found out later she was mixed race. she looked alot like Leona Lewis (the singer). Her name was Cara, and as she wasn't that busy, so while i sat drinking we chatted and i got to know her quite well. Cara was from New York and had come over from the USA 4 months before with her boyfriend to do some travelling. She was wearing a white shirt and short.