He pulls up alongside the woman and says, "Good morning, Ma'am, what are you doing?" Reading a book," she replies, (thinking, "Isn't that obvious?")"Y...u're in a Restricted Fishing Area," he informs her."I'm sorry, officer, but I'm not fishing, I'm reading." Yes, but you have all the equipment, for all I know you could start at any moment, I'll have to take you in and write you up." For reading a book?" she replies."You're in a Restricted Fishing Area," he informs her again."I'm sorry, officer,. Next she kicked off the heels and then reached around the back of her skirt and it dropped to the floor. This was getting better and better. Id completely forgotten about the camera as I took in this new amazing sight of Rosie topless in her pink panties standing in front of me. Time seemed to slow right down. I remembered the camera but in my haste to get it ready I dropped it. Rosie stopped moving and listened. I froze with my pyjamas bottoms still sticking out at the front. I prayed that she. To take in my new surroundings and feel at ease here. I already like Diego more than I would care to admit. I find no signs of him laying up in here, it is much more like this space is a shrine of his pretty wife. I take a seat in her chair at the make-up station, touching up my lipstick in the mirror. “My my. Aren’t you quite the looker! You like it here in this strange house, in my room, don’t you? He has eyes for you Brandi. My pappy is sweet on you. You are meant to be here. He needs you. I could still play scales and sightread music, but there was something that was simply not there. In college, at least I had the excuse of class, homework, my job in the cafeteria, and an active social life with a few extracurriculars as excuses for not practicing. But back home, I have no such excuse. In fact, it seems as if I chose a zombie-like lifestyle. Mostly I sleep, watch television and mindlessly surf the internet. I suppose that this is one of my ways of escaping reality. The other.