You walk into the mall, and the first thing you see is HMV. You like music, and coincidentally, HMV likes money. There's been a few cd's you've been meaning to buy: Lenny Kravitz, The Black Eyed Peas, Bob Marley.
Moving towards the Dance section, you start looking for The Peas. As you are filing through the rows of cds, you're eyes are suddenly covered by a soft pair of hands.
"Guess who?" asks a girl through a couple of giggles
"Bill?" you answer with a smile.
Whoever it is behind you laughs and leans forward into a half blindfold, half hug, "You may look grown up, but you haven't changed much David."
You turn around in her grasp and find yourself looking at a beautiful brunette. She's wearing an HMV t-shirt, tied into a knot at the front, and a tight pair of low-rise jeans. Between the two, are about six inches of the flattest, most tanned abs you've ever seen. Above are a nice set of medium sized tits, and below are the finest ass, and fittest legs you've seen since you came home.
"Maya," you say, hugging her close to you. "I haven't seen you since..."
You let the sentence die, as you look at each other. |