I took the opportunity to wander over to the circus decorated tent and struck up a conversation with the blond, blue-eyed female with the tight packed...corset of feminine perfection. She told me that she was originally from Poland and had started her western journey with her husband. Unfortunately, he had been caught in a stampede of runaway Texas cattle all unsettled because of drunken cowboys shooting off their six-guns into the empty blue sky just to show all around them that they were free,. She still liked to use the little practice range in the basement and fired his guns using his center of mass philosophy and using her keen sense of hearing to aim rather than actually seeing the target. She found that she was able to hit the target which was the size of a man’s head more than half of the time at the maximum effective range and that was enough to keep her happy with the outcome.Susan understood that fifty percent was better than none and that a little smudge on her lips with the. I was a total dick to you and must have made your life miserable. I really am sorry.”I was shocked. I couldn’t believe that my biggest tormentor had reached out and apologised. I briefly took his hand, mumbled some acceptance of his apology, and quickly continued walking to my beat-up old Ford Fiesta. I climbed in and was about to drive off when Jameel sped past in a sparkling new Porsche.Over the next few weeks, we chatted most days at the gym. Conversations even became a little flirtatious. .. and Jordan was the latter. Some things wereeasy, it was hard to fuck up foundation... it was hard to fuck upblush... It was hard to fuck up lipstick, if you were looking in amirror... Eyeshadow and mascara were doable, but required some skilland a mirror, eyeliner could get tricky, staying perfectly symmetrical,especially if you wanted that cat's eye at the end... Jordan was amarvel, not only was he quick, but he had the symmetry perfect. Thewoman that 'he' had dated was an insurance.