Margot was still working there, and apparently she was single again. What a difference six months can make.I began looking forward to seeing her. Ther... was something almost risqué about her: soft-spoken but sharp, quiet on the surface but smoldering underneath. Even dressed in her stained chef’s jacket and ratty jeans, she was extraordinarily pretty. She stood about 5’5”, willowy, with shoulder length auburn hair and - like I said - those icy gray eyes.One evening, after I’d been back for a few. Was someone there? Watching her? Spurred on by the possibility of an audience, she stood up. She unhooked her bra then turned around to face the un-curtained window. Her bra was just resting on her breasts. The underside of them was exposed, free, visible to anyone looking. She shrugged the bra off and reached for the baby oil again. Leaning back, she upended the bottle and let a large stream of oil spray across the upper part of her chest.With one hand, Maggie pushed her breasts slightly. So I went into the store to examine them. When I walked into the store, there was a large display case of the brushes. All of them were very flat on one side and they were also made of oak. I wanted to test then so I took the medium sized one and I hit my hand with it many times. It did sting a little, and they looked like they would work well for both brushing her hair and for spanking me. Then a young female sales clerk approached me and asked, “Can I help you? Watching you, it looks like you. Donning a loose olive green maxi and a pair of canvas flats, she pushed her glasses into place and went up to the main floor. Gabriel leaned against the back of the couch, dressed in a pair of dark jeans and a black button down shirt. He’d combed his hair back into a ponytail and the scent of expensive cologne made her breathe deeper in appreciation. “Thought we’d go out for breakfast,” he said, green eyes burning. His gaze slid down her body, making her feel self-conscious. All of her.