Mataoka had put on her English clothes for the occasion, and many reached out to pat and stroke her long, dark hair that flowed down the back of her t...ght, white blouse and touched the top of her tight, long, black skirt.Walla stood aside, watching the trail back, warily, as the other women described the looming battle. They had been tipped off that a large group of the underemployed men in town were preparing to claim their lands and were spoiling for an altercation so that they could justify. " Oh you couldn't understand. You say nice things about me all the time. I believe you, but you also kinda have to. Felipe works with the rich and famous. Movies stars. But he made me feel like I put them to shame." You weren't uncomfortable with all the measuring and touching." Not after the first little while. He knows what he's doing. Starting with height and other more boring parts. Then it all becomes something else. Not like poking and prodding from a doctor. He has a light touch. I. I could tell he was excited to park the bike. “Hello Miss,” he said, clearly trying to flatter me. I smiled and asked if there was special motorcycle parking. “Oh yes, Miss, I’d be happy to park it for you."“Sounds great,” I said I was unloading the saddlebags when he mentioned that a worldwide beverage distributor was hosting a cocktail party that had just started. All guests were welcome. He told me he would have my bag sent up to my room so I could enjoy the event. What the hell I thought. . Thursday when I got home from work, Michelle's car was in the driveway. Was I excited, nervous and a little scared when I parked behind her? That would undoubtedly be one of the biggest understatements of the year! When I opened the door, and there she stood in all her beauty, smiling at me, the only thing I could think to say was, "Hi,” “Hi to you too,” her lovely voice answered back. I couldn't take it any longer. I rushed over to her and planted my lips on hers in one of the best, most.