That weekend she went to the beauty salon and got her hair cut and styled, had a manicure with her finger and toenails painted a pretty red. Then she ...ot a massage and a facial. She felt like a new woman.On Monday when she walked into the office she was a "new" person. She was wearing a blue skirt that was modestly short and hugged her hips. On top she was wearing a frilly white blouse with a multi-colored scarf around her neck. She had on a matching blue blazer.Several of her co-workers didn't. The damn faces were back in full force! You would think with fewer of them they would be less of a problem, but hell no! They are more insistent than ever about 'their retribution.'I open my eyes, see we're at a truck stop and Stinky Pete comments, "Damn boy! That must have been some hellacious nightmare. Do you have those every time you sleep?"I reply, "It's not really something I want to talk about. Are we close to Dallas?"He drawls, "Yeah, this is the last good truck stop before Dallas. Now. “Most of these sluts are damaged in some way. You can have as many as you want for ten marks each, three for twenty-five.”“What’s that group?” I asked pointing at a line of young females who had been roped together.He chuckled. “Hunting party. Every weekend, if the weather’s decent, they hunt on the island, Analostan, out in the Potomac.”I nodded.“Went only once. Saw a lovely little blonde being torn apart by a pack of dogs. Too much for me.” The popping and thumping of girls being shot. Every day, many meet me on the street where I live at the former Wood Harbour in old Amsterdam, where they attend 4th Gymnasium, one of the best grammar schools in town. As I demand high standards of both mental and physical beauty, I only need to select the prettiest slender sweethearts, sporting tiny titties, tight twat and ass, to address.Gentlemen prefer blondes, so no wonder Alessandra was my first conquer, which simply started with an innocent conversation. I like them shy and sexually as.