I've alwaysloved the feel of my hair on my ears, on my neck, and until recently,just touching my shoulders, now it was down my back and tickling mynip...les.My friend repeated, we can cut it as many times until we get it right butwe can't add. I began to waver. I had the hair of my dreams, but Ineeded more off. But not all! One more inch went.My friend said this time, he wanted to trim it a little more carefullyand show me a style he thought I'd like. I loved what I was looking atalready, and. And somehow he got one leg out, and was hangin' there by the other one, and then, all of a sudden he just sort of dropped. I'm tellin' you that was an ugly sound when his foot touched the ground. Makes me shiver to remember it. So of course I went over and helped him, even though he borrowed my rake last fall and never brought it back. It was just the neighborly thing to do, you know?"Anyway, not only is the car a blackened hunk of metal sitting in your driveway, but the only shrink you know of. Add a nice corset and suede thigh high boots that complement the jeans nicely and that is what Ben first saw.Ben spotted me the moment I came up the escalator and came over to me almost at a run clearly excited. It was all most flattering. “Wow you look something else again. I knew you were pretty but the photos don’t do you justice.”A polite lie I thought, but one I liked. Every girl likes to be admired and I lapped it up. The plan was just for us to have a coffee and a chat but that is not. She skinned off her shirt, and went over to hug the nearest of the boys. She was appreciating that HE wasn't wearing a shirt, either. He was just a little taller than she was, and she put a lip lock on him like she was going for the gold. The man that was driving looked, but never slowed down. She backed off and looked at him for a second. "LEM?" He nodded to her. "You got more than most people can guess. I would love to find out how good you can use it. You won't be my first black man, but.