"Brad's head snapped around just in time to see Jimmy's haircrawl down until it was below shoulder level. The newtresses were silky and shined beautif...lly. Angelapositively beamed. "And I wish my color was such a prettyred. It looks like a model's hair!" Jimmy's new hair becamea deep fox red and still Jimmy didn't seem to notice thatanything was out of order. "Thank you, Angela! I've beentold that it's my best feature!"Angela smirked at Brad, obviously enjoying his growingterror. "But why are. ‘Where are you heading?’ The pump jockey asked. ‘Just up the valley a ways.’ ‘It’s pretty rough country up there and there might be a few grizzlies prowling around. I wouldn’t go up there without a good rifle.’ ‘I’ve got one thank you.’ I pointed to the scabbard hanging across the back of the eats. I paid and left, turning off the main road just by the bridge and heading up the hill. The road followed the stream for about five miles before they both petered out, the road became a track just. She shifts on her seat, her knee rises slightly and the meeting of her thigh and her stocking comes into view. Does she know I’m watching her, is she showing her legs off on purpose? All day my thoughts are on her, I can barely work, if only I could find somewhere private to relieve my frustration. I think of the bathroom in the office building, too many people, someone would hear me, even being away from my desk for that long would look suspicious. There was a staff meeting at lunch time, so. My nose itched. I needed to scratch my nose. I was on top of Zoe, pumping into her, feeling the heat rise from her chest, watching her blonde hair blow in the breeze. My hand reached up and scratched my nose. The sun was in my eyes. Slowly I began to wake.Zoe’s face was poking over the edge, grinning at me from her bed beside and above me. Her eye lashes fluttered, her big doe eyes greeting me warmly. Her blonde hair had a hint of blue in it. “Good morning, Twain” she said quietly, wide awake.