She had platinum blonde hair, with streaks of honey. It was shoulder length, but today it was caught up in a high ponytail, revealing delicate, close-...et ears with tiny sapphire studs that matched her eyes. Those were large, and slightly slanted in that distinctive Eastern European way that echoes the Mongol influence of six centuries past and makes Slavic women the most beautiful in the world.Her face was perfectly smooth, without blemish except for a tiny beauty mark on the left side of her. Her mind was a riot of a thousand multicoloured thoughts jostling for attention. He finished his story and she smiled and laughed with her mouth open, though she had not listened to anything he had said. A silence descended between them. Her mind had already raced ahead to how the evening would end. She had told herself to take it easy this time, but when she drank in his smile, she wanted to have him right there in the bar. In the silence, they both tuned in to the lyric: ‘I want to wake up. “Spread your legs. Show me how wet Blackie made you today.”Leaning back in the bed, the girl stretches, raising her arms above her head. A twisting movement ripples through her body, working her hips deeper into the mattress, pushing her thighs further apart. Her arms to fall slowly from above her head with her elbows out and fingers running through her long, blonde hair. Eventually her hands snake toward her knees. She closes her eyes and opens her mind to the experience ahead. Then trailing. I moan softly. Jen leans down and presses her lips to mine. We rock our hips against each other. Jen whispers“Guess what today is” I answer that I have no idea and suggest “Saturday?”. "Yes it’s our anniversary. A whole week”. But that isn’t what I meant. “I give up Sis, what day is it?” She nibbles my ear and whispers“Day 14” I stare at her blankly so she goes on “The best chance of a girl getting pregnant is to have sex on day 12 and 14”I realize what she means and turn to the bedside draw.