"That's just fuckin' ill," the third one shook her head and blew out a cloud of smoke.I was afraid to look in the mirror, but I did and my reflection ...orrified me. I was covered with semen, most of it a glistening glaze, but with pasty lumps and thick blobs here and there. I couldn't even see out of my left eye. There was a pool of cum covering it and my hair was sticky and clumped together with semen at my left temple."Which one are you?" the girl in the leather jacket asked me, tossing her. Pam must have been thinking the same thing."Not to change the subject, guys, but WOW," she said, indicating the space around her. "What do you do for a living, anyway, Todd? How do you afford all this?"He grinned. "Forgot you guys didn't know." He named a best-selling mystery writer we had both heard of. "That's my pen name. I write."We were both duly impressed! I knew from what I read on his BBS that he was very, very good at writing. "So anyway," he said, "back to this party idea..." I love. Auf dem Weg zum Strand kamen uns mehrere Gruppen von jungen Männern entgegen, die meine Begleitung mit Begeisterung taxierten und entsprechende Kommentare machten. Allerdings wagten sie es nicht, die Mädchen direkt anzusprechen. Da begann ich zu ahnen, warum die beiden mit mir losgezogen waren. Die wollten einfach nur mal unbehelligt über den Strand gehen, ohne von irgendwelchen Typen angemacht zu werden, Schönheit hat eben seinen Preis. So eine väterliche Autoritätsperson als Anhang hat da. Krissi looked fantastic in her red floral print sundress. She'd teased her hair into a Dolly Parton mop, not the wigs the Nashville star had worn early in her career, but the somewhat subdued version that she'd been wearing lately."Much better than long, straight hair," Krissi said when Devlin commented on it. Straight hair has to be one of the curses of Nordic blondes." She sighed. "Sometimes I wish I was more like the Slavic blonde; my hair would be rich and curly, not straight like it is.".