‘The life of an Appleby model is never dull,’ she chuckled, playing a finger over her red lips as if in contemplation. ‘Here we are in Paris. I ...as in Barcelona last week and I flew to Monte Carlo a couple of weeks before that. Next week it’s New York. You won’t get much rest, Kirsten, but it’s a life I can recommend. And believe me, you wouldn’t be here if I didn’t believe in you.’ ‘I can’t tell you how much I appreciate that,’ she said, licking a finger and picking up some crumbs from her. "But I lost my damn ID first night in town." She got sick, probably puked it down the toilet with everything else. Kristy can't hold her booze, and there certainly was plenty of that floating around that night." Ugh," Kristy said, "don't remind me." Who were the guys?" I remember one was named Pruitt," Heather said. "I can't recall the other guy's name. He was real nice though." So you had to fuck Pruitt?" Sue Ann asked."I guess," Heather said, admitting to doing the dirty deed for a. A garden. Streaks of black blended into the surrounding green defined branches. Flicks of the knife defined leaves. Lushness. Happiness. White and yellow. It’s night. A streetlamp breaks the surrounding darkness, revealing shadows in the background. People? Pets? A man on the path ... pauses near a park bench. Glistening, wet. Not a place of respite. His eyes show surprise. But of course, there isn’t enough detail created by the knife to see his eyes. Surprise? His hand partially lifted. Placed. Instead, she slowly sank to her knees in front of me and leaned in towards me. I sat up straighter and slid to the end of the bench. Her hand reached up and touched the side of my face and she leaned her face towards mine. I leaned towards her and our mouths touched. Gently we kissed each other, our tongues exploring each other's mouths. My hand crept up and encircled the back of her delicate neck, pulling her body closer to mine. A soft moan escaped her lips when I pulled her closer. My hand.