'Alexis, you are my one, my only, my heart, my soul no one has ever made me feel the way you do baby. Will you make marry me?'She looked at him in wit... a blank expressions and disbelief, she saw him start to think that she is going to say no, a look of panic washed over his face and beads of sweat on his brow. 'YES' she screamed at the top of her lungs, leaped up and jumped on him forgetting about the tray with breakfast on her lap.He took the ring and put it on her finger, 'a perfect fit' he. She was looking back when he leaned toward her and kissed her gently and held her there for a few seconds. The smells of the cooking and the scent of his body were mixed together as she inhaled them. It was an intoxicating mix.She rested her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes. A feeling of complete contentment washed over her. They sat together for a while until at last he stirred."Time to get the entrée started," he said quietly.He rose slowly, leaned down and kissed her softly on the. His keen eyes zeroed in on the dance floor. There they were, a shining sea of sexy legs. Four girls were there, all blonde, all clad in the tightest of tight miniskirts, all with flimsy tops that left little to the imagination. Boobs jutting forward and back, asses swinging back and forward.And the one in the middle! What a babe! Big tits, round ass, dressed like a temptress, hot as hell, with a face fit to die for. He pointed a finger in her direction."That's her! That's the one I'm going. Proilet let out an audible sigh. "Kristen is talented. Have you talked to her about singing?" No," I admitted. "I wanted to sound it out with Roy and..." That's not the way you do it, Jim, and you know it," my teacher told me. "You're not her Svengali!" Her what?" I asked."Look it up at the library. Ask your friend Camille. You're trying to turn her into Pygmalion... look that up, too." What are you saying?" Why do you do all you do with music?" Mr. Proilet asked."Because I love it." Exactly!".