The grey house towered over you, a marble walkway leading to an ornate white door that was partially obscured by various plants and flowers. Just as you admired its impressive stature, out she skipped, wearing the shortest skirt you have ever seen, that barely covered everything and a tight tank top. Her hair was in its usual long blonde braid that reached her slender hips. She walked over to you slowly, placed her hands on your shoulders and stood on her toes to gently brush her lips against your cheek. Slowly pulling away she moved her face so that her lips were centimeters from yours...then grabbed your hand and began walking towards the house.
As the two of you sat in her room discussing the problems, she suddenly asked you if you wanted anything to drink. Startled by the sudden question, you didn't know what to say. But she didn't mind because she said that she would get you some lemonade, springing off the bed in a way uncharacteristic of her, before running out. |