.u do as ur told......wrap ur robe around ur gorgeous body and walk downstairs.as u open the mailbox....theres a big pink envelope in it......ur name ...n beautifull classic letters...it says...Mss Eveling Otte Cerda......ur mouth falls open,and quickly u go back in the house.omg omg omg..........what is this mike? u type............go on baby....open it.in the envelope...u c nothin but a small paper....and 2 tickets for the venetian hotel.its a all inclusive ticket for 3 days ....u feel ur legs. She made it look sexy and teased him unmercifully by hiding her breasts with her hands until the last minute, but eventually she was kneeling naked before him with an immense smile on her face.“This is the most wrong thing I've ever done, and I've never felt so good about it!” she said. “Thank you for making me into a slave; I had no idea I could feel this way!”“Cindy, are you a lesbian, too?” Brian asked, and the diminutive brunette shook her head.“No sir, I'm attracted to men,” she told him.. That does seem a bit high for no bigger than this yard is." That is what I was thinking, cause Mrs. Fergason two doors up the street, get's her's done for twenty dollars each mowing, and I called the guy she uses, and he quoted me fifty dollars." Did he say why so much?" He said because of the amount of flower beds I have around my yard. Mrs. Fergason has more flower beds than I do." All of three flower beds makes it fifty dollars. Right. Talk about taking advantage of some one. Well, no worry. Dammit I've seen the way his class mate, Christy Allen checks him out like he's some sort prime cut beef ready to be eaten. If we were married that blond haired bimbo and all the other girls on campus would have to just stand back and wish they could be me' Her jealousy turns to thoughts of reasons why Christy and every other girl they know admire Brad, he has that thick medium length brown hair which always looks sexy rather it's tussled or neatly combed. Those dammed brown eyes of his always.