Or I could say it’s about my constant battle with my own insecure, even though deep down I know that I’m pretty I’m talented and I’m a decent ...erson, but that wouldn’t be quite right either. I could tell you that if you are accepting this to be some kind of Bridget Jones rip off, you should probably go read something else. That wouldn’t quite explain what this book is about, but it would give you some idea what it isn’t about. It’s not about looking for love. It’s not about finding a husband.. What is this...?" he asked out loud. As if to answer his question,several panels on the ceiling opened and lowered down what seemed likesilver lamps. The lamps proceeded to light up, bathing the entire room ina strange purple light.Right before his eyes, Fuyuki saw shapes form. Dozens of people, alldressed in smart suits and expensive-looking dresses appeared and startedto mill about, talking to one another and laughing. The room had changedinto an extravagent ballroom, and some soft classical. "And why isSteph always first?" Because she started first.You know the rule. It's your own fault,darling," laughs Sophie.Some ten minutes later, which seemed an eternity to both Stephanie andJackie, the results are in. Monica reads of her little notepad,"Stephanie my love, 38,28,37. All the salads and fresh veggies caused youto loose an inch off your waist even! And look at you! I'm very proud.You're amazingly sexy! Such a lovely feminine woman I have here! Yourbreasts are beautiful, my love,". .. mmmrf mmmmmmmmm..."She kissed him harder, hands everywhere, tangling in his hair, rubbing up and down his back, grabbing his butt and pulling his hips against her, and feeling the sign of his arousal.He tangled his hands in her curls and kissed her ever more intently, biting and nibbling and licking.She slid her hands into the back of his corduroys, moaning softly, squeezing his butt, and pressing him tighter against her.He groaned as she kissed the side of his neck, his collar bone, his.