The chatter of the crowd below drifts into the background and he kisses me again, and this time everything around me is obliterated as he sets us onto...the floor and begins an assault on my senses that has been so carefully practiced that I can do nothing but give in, arching and twisting and moaning against him as he touches me, his hands like flames, removing my clothes and caressing every inch of me. When he finally touches my cunt I almost explode with a scream. His fingers flicker over my. "Tell her how nice it will be to celebrate Christmas in her new kitchen." Are you saying we can finish before Christmas?" I asked, thinking there was no way we could get it done that quickly."I'm just giving you selling points," he said, picking up the fax and looking at Nadine's picture."She says it doesn't do her justice. She's thirty-six, twenty-five, thirty-five," I said."I'm going to show this to Jen. She's frustrated. Maybe it will cheer her up," he said, leaving my room with the fax. She gave me a fashion magazine and told me to look through it carefully and think about which of the fashions I thought I could wear and why some just wouldn't work for me. She said I should be ready to discuss it with her later.I spent almost an hour under the dryer with that magazine. I had never really paid much attention to girl's clothes before. I hadn't had the interest. Now, sitting here, with my hair in rollers, with the warm air carrying the mixed sweet scents of shampoo, conditioner,. She was 23 years old, had straight, mid long raven black dyed hair, electric crystal blue eyes and a pale skin, black mascara and a few tattoos. That she was originally a blonde can only be seen from her undyed hair ends. She like to dress in black leather (no matter the moment or temperature), also carried around an above average rack and was a real tomboy.Next to her sat 23 year old Jesse, a guy with half long straight brown hair, blue eyes and a face models would be jealous of. He was.