" Will, I said '20th Century US.' You don't have to do 'Valley Girl.'" Oh, OK. Well, there's this woman and she is so hot, but I can't get anywhere wi...h her." Blonde?" I asked glancing over at the figment."Yeah, how'd you know?" I'm one of those authors omniscient." I want to write something romantic so I can get into her pants." Do any of us write for any other reason?" I replied. "What about this? She's pretty now, but twenty, twenty-five years from now, who will remember what she looked. Die gaffenden Männern heizten Steffi nun noch mehr an. Am Ende der Nacht teilten wir uns mit Ben ein Taxi. Da es bis zu unserem Motel noch sicherlich eine 3/4 Stunde war, stiegen wir zunächst bei Ben mit aus um noch eine zu rauchen. Ben bat uns natürlich zu sich herein . Er wohnte in einem nicht kleinen Haus mit Pool dahinter. Er bot uns noch etwas zu trinken an, wir lehnten jedoch ab und baten Ben uns ein Taxi zu rufen, was er auch tat. Nach 10 min klingelte es an der Tür. Ben machte auf und. "Dead is dead, Abbs." He pulled into his assigned parking space and gestured her out of the car. "Your lab and then interrogation. You need to change. That dress is too..." He smirked. "If we weren't best friends, you'd be in trouble, Abby. You're hotter than Jen and Angelina put together." Yes, it does matter. Because he isn't a murderer. He may be many things, he may be dangerous, but he isn't a murderer any more than you and Mike are." Getting out of the car, she came around and waited for. I glance down at my itinerary again and almost chuckle when I don’t see the word “FUCK” printed in the summary details. After all, that IS a huge part of my trip to Europe. To be clear, I’m very much a lady. Milk-chocolate brown skin, five foot two, thick and curvy frame, round firm ass, shoulder length hair, and always having a fresh manicure and pedicure done. Attractive by most standards I’d say, and well aware of my femininity. Good genes allow me to be fresh faced and make up free…well,.