Yours would look good in braids too, you lovely, icy, hard-ass woman, if you would let yourself lighten up a little.Deshona turned around and saw her ...ooking. Her black eyes suddenly became liquid with warmth and sensuality. "What are you looking at?" What do you think," Laura said, softly. "Last time I saw you, you were hung over. You looked... breathtaking. Imagine how you look to me today."Deshona said nothing. Her dark eyes pulsed and throbbed, it seemed. "Can you stay a few minutes?" she. "Hello back," he replied. Mind racing, he looked her over and thought, 'god this is wonderful, she looks, she sounds, she smells just like I had pictured that would in real life.' He understood fully that the line was more than a chalk line, it was the "Line He Could Not Cross". The sound had been turned off on his receiver, so the voice was coming from her, not it. But she continued to talk into the receiver, just like she had so many times before with him, toying with the phone cord, wrapping. It felt as if Ihad a horrible case of pins and needles, and she encouraged me to walkat least three or four times every hour to allow the implants to drop."Drop where?" I asked."Drop means that they'll reach the spot in your body where they aremeant to be. Right now, they are up here..." She pressed my lower backwith her index finger. "... but they should end up about here!" And shepushed again one inch below. "These are high profile implants, so theyare supposed to lift your bum a lot higher. Well, I do trim a bit but probably best to say I’m natural.”“Okay, but before we meet to consummate our relationship I need you to shave, completely!”Carolyn looked shocked.“I have never done that before.”“Another first for you then.”“Er, yes.”“So you will do it then?”“Yes, but what if my husband sees it?”“That’s not likely is it from what you have said and if he does just say that you read that it is more hygienic to shave these days.”“Oh okay.” She still looked shocked but maybe also a little.