She didn’t like Lisa. Lisa wouldn’t let her serve as she should. There was a man and woman she loved, that loved her, that wanted her to serve the... the right way. She dreamed of them. It was easy to dream of them, she saw their pictures many times a day on the laptop, their faces were burned into her brain, and she wanted them so very badly. She knew that they would make her dreams come true the right way.One day, Lisa brought a man in to tattoo makeup on her face, her whole face. She didn’t. "That was when she said, "They are here legally or with good papers. There should only be the reporting that they are employed."It was hard to believe that I was constantly being asked to help more and more people who had escaped from a bad situation.That was it. These people were not just illegal immigrants from across the border. There were also families escaping from the gangster oppression they had been subjected to. They are human beings and people willing to work their way into our. Her perfectly curved (or rather carved) body was a beauty to watch. We talked for some time and exchanged numbers. We started texting on the phone. My mind was constantly longing to see her naked body. I wanted to touch her and play with her perfectly shaped boobies. So during the chats, I would intentionally talk to her about sex-related topics or movies.She would either avoid the chat or she would change the topic. So I thought she was still the traditional girl inside. It did not take long. A tall, handsome man in hisearly twenties entered, ducking slightly to enter the building. He lookeddown at Art, who looked back. He smiled. Art smiled back. The man carriedon past the tables towards the counter of the shop as Art watched him gobefore turning back out through the window. That was the feeling. Artfinally could place his finger on it. Sat here, with his coffee and histighted legs pulled up under his dress, watching the world go by andsmiling at strangers, Art knew how it felt. It.