Side Note #2

This story would lack a lot of it's luster without an idea of how fucking gorgeous this woman is. So let me explain..

I'd later find her name was Sara. From what I could gather from wandering gossip, she was originally from Colombia, and something of a wild child. Her appearance would make any breathing man melt. She had a supple figure with a deep-set tan. Her hair was black as jet and hung from a part on her right side about 2 or 3 inches past her shoulders. Her slightly-angled eyes were a dark gray, with darker eyeliner, and her plucked eyebrows had a sharp arc to them.

Though she wasn't terribly toned, her entire body was slim and yet deliciously curvey at the same time. Her breasts were tightly pressed into a 36D bra (guessing someone's bra-size is a hobby only recommended for those who can't simply check the tag while you're removing her bra with your teeth) and usually came close to spilling out of whatever shirt she picked out that day.

Yet even greater than her amazing body and eyes, her lips held the most allure. I am certain that those lips were a god-given gift with high-sweeping curves and a voluptuous bottom lip. I had no doubt that this woman was so attractive, men would drop to their knees and kiss her perfectly manicured feet at her request.

I didn't even realise that that really was happening...