I almost didn't bother, but you know that Ginger, she turns me on. I guess her parents knew she'd be a ginger, and that was why they named her that, b...t what I wanted to know was whether her pussy hair was as red as the rest of her hair. So really, just because she was so hot I went to my station in hope of learning something sexy, and boy did I. By the time I got to my listening post, they were already deep into conversation. Ginger was complaining to Sheila about her new boyfriend,"Don't get. I was! So I continued saying, ‘While I can’t say I didn’t enjoy it very much and I was truly hoping I could convince you to see me again last night, I don’t want what we shared to wreck things between us. I do understand we have just met and you’re not what they call in the states, a ‘wam, bam thank you mam’ type of lady. I don’t want our time together to be wrong. But I do want you to know I really enjoy your company and would like for us to see more of each other!’ She raised her eyebrow and. He had jet black hair cut into what Bryan figured was a military flat-top. There was a hint of gray at the temples, denoting his age. He was a solid man of Germanic stock, just a bit taller than Bryan with solid square features that could easily be associated with his parentage. His hands were large, his knuckles thick and his handshake was like a vice.There were bags under his eyes that had not been there on Wednesday afternoon when Bryan had last seen him. His eyes were also bloodshot,. She was of European descent--Greek, I assumed--with dark brown hair, very dark eyes, an olive complexion and features just a bit too full. She was also a bit too full around the middle (at least, the last time I saw her), with a habit of fuming whenever Aaron pulled his shit. She hailed from Brooklyn, had a strong Brooklyn accent.All of which did nothing to explain her appeal to me.“Still racing?” I asked. Aaron owned thoroughbreds and stabled them at Peninsula Racing Center in Ocala. We used.