From here actuall storty startsAngel was living with mom nd her dad was passed away 4yers back . her mom name was Lakshmi structure was 36B-34-38Slowl... I got friendly with her. Lakshmi was impressed with me I think because I freely spent on her and gave some expensive gifts to her. One day i went to her house and Angel was not there at home. Her mom Lakshmi made me to come inside and talked me. Lakshmi asked is Angel my gf, i had to say yes-the way we talked.But to my surprise Lakshmi was not. So you usually took care of it in the morning before getting ready for the day or prayed that the problem didn’t come up later on.This was just the beginning of what was going to be a long day. It was an 8 am call which meant that you had to be up by at the least 7 to be there and get everything ready for when the models arrived. Rubbing your eyes and a coffee in your hand, you greeted some of the other crew members as they began to get ready for the long shoot ahead. “ John !” you hear someone. It was pretty weird. I mean I guess that's why it was his fantasy. Jason probably knew that it would never happen so he just fantasized about it happening. "I don't get it. Why Steve?" I don't know Ashton? I just think it would be fun to watch."I could see Jason was embarrassed now. He started to get up but I grabbed his wrist and kept him seated. "Just tell me." Well it's just Steve is single and has never had a girlfriend. He's fat and lonely and probably will probably never meet someone like. Oddly enough, the only blights of the ghetto he saw on a continual basis did not concern bad neighborhoods and crime, drug wars and stolen cars. The ghetto rested primarily in the hearts and souls of those who wandered it aimlessly, slept on sidewalks, braved the cold and had nowhere to run home to, because they understood both stories and had been on both sides of the tracks and were somehow lost within the tumult of constant change and flux, a new war to fight every day. And for what? For.