He had, unfortunately, decided to leave us in the middle of cleaning it out so he could get more supplies from Home Depot, which forced us to communic...te more. Half an hour into reorganizing the box truck, my brother decides to start small talk, his normal routine when he wants to get some action from me. My brother is a bit chunkier than I, but his weight is due to him working out rather than simple junk food consumption, being an inch and a half taller than I with a slightly chubbier face,. “Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to pussyboy?” James said. “I wasn’t born yesterday cocksucker. Willie told me how good you were at sucking his dick and I’m here to get a piece of your pussy whether you pretend to like it or not. Now get the fuck out of those clothes before I pound the crap out of you,” he said. I was up a shit creek without a paddle but this was the type of situation that I secretly loved. Willie was large enough to take me by himself and now he had his angry buddy. For some reason, he always had difficulty speaking to attractive women. And, um, his barber was out of town...Billy parked the old clunker and walked into The Perfect Salon."Hi," said a striking brunette sitting near the cash register, "I'm Lisa." Her deep brown eyes sparkled as she spoke."H-H-Hi ... I'm Billy." Nice to meet you Billy. What can we do for you tonight?"Billy could barely speak. This woman was a bonafide goddess. She had to be about 5'9" with deep brown hair and eyes. Her body was. Alyssa called for a lunch break for everyone to cool down, and then they would shoot the final scene: when Dez saw herself in the mirror. They were waiting, all of them. Marta, cold and harsh and determined to get the right response. Alyssa, worried. Tina and Jane awing and cooing over her. The camera crew, curious question marks of studied indifference. And Dez looked at herself, and smiled. She smiled, because it was suddenly, very, very clear. She looked ridiculous. She made about as ugly a.