"There she was just a walkin' down the street."Her beauty was immediately obvious. Her long blonde hair was blowing inthe wind, a lovely smile appeare... on her face as she recognised me. Astirring between my legs told me that my subconscious also revelled atthe sight of her beauty. Her bosom wobbled slightly as she strolledtowards me. I mentally quelled the swelling between my legs. It wouldnot do to have it showing for all and sundry to see how smitten I waswith her. "She looked good, she. I'm making snap decisions, assuming if I go too far off someone will pull me back, but I'd rather be wrong than have other people dictating who I should work with or what I should do. After all, this isn't about me, or even about the music. This is about you and your message, and I don't want anyone who'll get in the way of that, so I've been picking mostly non-prima donna types." I've noticed," Alex reflected. "There's not a long-haired, wild party animal in the bunch." No, I've gone with the. It starts at the front and rollsits way around along the hairline until it leaves the back of her headand splits off into two unbraided ponytails on each side. It almost hasan Irish or Celtic look to it because it is so red. I've never reallyspent any time regarding people's hair, but someone did a tremendous jobon it. In fact, all three of them are wearing similar hairstyles, eventhe guy; although his is a little less feminine. Weird."Umm, okay?" I stammer. A second ago, I really wanted. “Well, Hello there.” I hear a female voice with a bit of a southern flare.I look to my side in the direction of the voice, and there she is. Sitting on a stool at the counter. She must have moved while I was distracted. Her voice matches exactly how she looks. A very arousing nature to her tone. A pleasant change from the previous. Now her voice I wouldn’t mind hearing plead.“Hello to you as well, sneaking up on me, eh?” I laugh before beginning my meal.She twirls around slowly on the stool as.