She was so beautiful it made his chest hurt."Yeah, but we both know what they're thinking."To Tom, this was dangerous ground. The first thing that cam... to mind to say was "Even you?" But while they were friends, the man was still an officer, and besides, Tom had no ground to stand on to complain about someone lusting after his baby girl. He'd done plenty of lusting after her himself. In that sense, he did know what they were all thinking."You learn to deal with it," he said, carefully."You're a. Let Americans enjoy their Football and all that. Soccer fans know what a real tough sport is. We don’t need silly helmets and pads. Haitian men don’t bother with such things. We play hard and roll with the punches! We’re not afraid of a few bruises. I met several interesting guys on the Soccer team. They were an attractive, spirited and healthy bunch. One of them stood out from the rest. One of our best players was James Vann, a big and tall, black-haired, green-eyed Irishman. He came from the. She showed me howto apply nails to fingers and painted them red. I felt like I had 10boogers stuck to my fingers and I would never get used to it. She said myeye lashes were amazing and she showed me how to apply mascara. She wasjealous of my fat lips I had grown up hating. She turned them as red asmy nails and she powdered my face with blush. She put my hair in a spikysort of doo that gave me a sassy look."Gabby, you are going to need to get your ears pierced and maybe atattoo. Not tonight. I felt that familiar stirring in my loins as I took another sip of my drink. I casually glanced past her as she took a seat at the other end of the bar, putting her purse in front of her as the pretty barmaid gave her that welcoming smile. "Vodka martini, please, two olives," she said, sliding her bottom back on the barstool and swiveling it towards me to give her room to cross her legs. I could see her out of the corner of my eye, watching as she lifted one leg slowly. Her dress slipped up an.