A woman with deep red hair, about shoulder length. Pale skin and long legs, at five seven… Not a terrible looking girl. That is, for a vanilla anywa...s. Soft looking lips… Though her breasts clearly needed some work. B cups to me were just over what one would find in a barely legal coed. Perhaps it’s my profession that has tainted my tastes, but under a C cup I simply can’t find myself attracted to them. Fortunately, at least for her, that was about to change. Some joe, apparently her husband,. She poured us some wine that I brought to her as a gift and we shared soft kisses…finally! After what seemed like an eternity, she went to her suit case and pulled out a camera. She asked if I knew what this was for. I said, jokingly, "I guess you are going to take some pictures of the countryside.” “No…I want you to take pictures of me,” she replied. I almost fell out of the chair. I realized that one of my dreams was about to come true. August asked if I would start by taking a few pictures. You see this man stole my daughter and said to meet him at the high school in sector NG 1. You see I have no idea of where that is so……do you know where it is? Foster: That was it?!? Oh well Sector NG 1 is two miles north. The school has a big blue logo you can’t miss it. Sai: Thanks Foster you’re a true friend. But I have one more favor to ask you. Could you come with me to fight this man? Foster: What?!? You know I’m not that good of a fighter I would probably just slow you down anyways. Sai:. A few days later he found himself sitting in his truck in the parking lot back at the store. He got out of the truck slowly and began walking towards the front door. Stopped and stood outside looking in for another long moment. Could he open that door? Could he enter the store? Should he, or would she see him and recognize him, know it was him?? He was sure she did not know it was him yet as he had waited and the police never showed at his home or work. He had waited these three days. These.