Not made up butwith an inherently pixieish quality to it. And on top of it all wasbrown hair that, because Sam never met a styling product that shelik...d, was always worn shaggy.I examined that face, that hair, the well toned stomach and arms,even the small breasts. The more I saw, the more I examined, themore I wanted to kick myself. How had I never seen it? How had Inever recognized it?"Oh god, Sam, I never realized..." I said as I laid back onto thebed. Of course as usual Sam herself was. 'So what,' He thought to himself as he placed the phone back on the table. 'Who cares that there are bits of silver showing up in my hair? So what if I have small crops of silver layered with the red on my chest and legs. And so what if there are visible signs of a spare tire appearing? Most guys my age have spare tires.'And so what if he was taking a step, so filled with fears and trepidation that it made him shake in his shoes. "Damn it," he said to himself, "I want her, and by God, I'm going. ‘Now, let’s get these bags up to your room and then you can help me with dinner,’ said Lydia. ‘How was the trip?’ her father asked, grabbing one suitcase. Simon grabbed another one and a smaller travel bag. They started up the stairs in a line, Emily remaining behind when her cell phone rang. ‘Good, thanks,’ said Simon. Connie nodded in agreement. ‘We left early and there was hardly any traffic. I guess everyone did all their driving yesterday.’ Connie and Simon had decided to leave early. The one thing that Tamara had going for her was her looks. She was a pretty little thing, her blonde hair was a very nice length, and her figure was not too bad either.Tamara sure talked big for a little girl. She talked about boys and making out. She even talked about ‘doing it.’ However I didn’t think that she actually had ‘done it’ with a boy. Something told me that she was all talk.We hung out for a while and then she said that she had to go over by the swing set to wait for her mother to.