Utterly fascinated at the changes I watch my nose slowly shrink asit becomes small and slim with a slight dip in the bridge to the smalltip with a ver... feminine upward tilt.My heart beats even faster as the face in the mirror becomes more andmore familiar with each change. My jaw narrows, developing a gentle curvefrom my slender neck to my small pointed chin. My cheekbones moveslightly higher as my cheeks become full and round. I look older, moremature as tiny wrinkles appear at the corners of. Hes tight. Tension and frustration pour off of him in waves. Take a break, she urges, continuing her massaging. The test is in three days, he answers. I really need to do well. Her mouth glides over his, her fingers tangling in his shaggy locks. Her tongue darts teasingly along his lower lip and he groans as he tugs her tighter to his body, deepening the kiss. Sam melts like butter on warm toast as Jessica moves deliciously in his lap. The motion is cautious and teasing, sending an almost. She was thinking about Sam, and must have been distracted because she slammed headlong into something tall and pissed off. ‘Bloody Hell!!’ roared a stranger’s voice. Miranda cried out and fell to the ground, all of her possessions crashing next to her. She gasped in pain as jolts of agony shot through her arm, which had been the point of impact. Blinking back tears, she looked up at whom she had run into. He was Caucasian, maybe early forties but ragged-looking. He was dressed in a shirt, tie. When she said that Sarah had a “really great personality” I all but laughed in her face. She must have seen my smirk because she then casually mentioned that Sarah was a complete “hottie”. So who am I to pass up on a hottie with a great personality (or with a personality disorder for that matter). I called Sarah about a week later. Our mutual friend had apparently forgotten to mention that I’d be calling so she seemed a bit off balance at the beginning of our conversation. She had a very.