That decided ... I ... uh ... arrived at work.Mr. Slot’s was busy with all the normal inducers of lower anatomy pain. Between people looking for rom...nce novels without the dirty parts (which sort of defeats the purpose, doesn’t it) to the geeks looking for the James Blish Starlogs (no, I won’t explain. If you don’t understand, bless your ignorance), the time passed with the slowness that time can only acquire when contained within a period of work. I rang up sales. I smiled and nodded in. "Nice hair, Nikki," Kenny remarked as she pulled away. Nicole let out a wide smile and thanked him. The girl had always been a fan of trying to stand out, and one of her favorite ways was dyeing her hair different colors all the time. It seemed in preparation for this trip she chose to go with a blazing red color which, if Kenny was being honest, seemed to match her personality quite well. With a pair of icy blue eyes and her large breasts, she was a lustful sight for any man, and she knew it,. The shortest 4'10 one who looked no older than 13 had a cute face framed by brown hair that would give any Hollywood or Model a run for their money in the future. She had soft green eyes, a small cute nose, and lips which were the kind that if you kissed them you would try to keep them on your lips. Her breast which I think are kind of on the small size looked on bigger than peaches which made her look even more attractive when you look at her smallbody. Her jeans which gave her a lot off ass. On my way out I stopped for a few minutes on the side of the road and stared at the water. The lake seemed endless there; to the naked eye it looked as large as the ocean. We humans definitely perceive so much less than we can envision with our minds. I felt a pain in my heart and did not really understand why. Was I experiencing a hangover so deep that it affected my soul, I wondered. Maybe the mother of all hangovers just hit me and Fat Jesus was nowhere in sight to save the day. But then I.