Rapidly, my eyes snap shot after shot of her body, quickly storing them in my brain. I see flashes of flawless, smooth, honey color skin applied to a ...iller petite, hourglass figure that any man would sell his fucking soul to Satan for if such an entity exists. Her stomach is entirely flat and her pulled in navel is barely noticeable besides the tiny silver ornamental piercing that she got against my wishes, which I couldn't care less about in this moment. The gleam of the white metal. Really I have not any girl friend or wife, I had searched for my dream girl as a wife since many years ago, but I can not found her, How can I do this? you will never know how much of love in deep inside in whole my heart, but where is my love? I can not find"THE TRUE LOVE" until now, I have too much love, but where is my dream girl? I am dying for find her, when I find her I will do my best to care and make her happy during all circumstances and give her my mind and heart and she will be the. I heard her rummaging around in there and called out. ‘They’re on top of the refrigerator Lori.’ A strangled giggle answered her. ‘How did you know what I was looking for and more important, where they would be?’ ‘You’re leaving, sweetie. You always forget where you put your keys and when you came home today you had groceries. You always start by putting away the milk.’ I affected an English accent. ‘Elementary.’ ‘You are something else. I’ll be back in a few hours.’ The door closed. I leaned. Where would he end up? Would anyone miss him? The desire to leave was so deep, he found himself starting to sit up. ‘Ah hell, I can’t leave Lou,’ he muttered, resigned to staying. The clanking of the wheels was almost hypnotic, and Wade fell asleep before the caboose chugged past his window. A cool breeze floating across his face woke him during the night. His alarm clock showed ten after three, yet Wade swore he heard the television. ‘Now he’s falling asleep in front of the damn thing? What.