Beautiful, oh yes, in her sorority-girl plaid pants and white sweater, she nevertheless entered shyly, like someone whose reputation had spent more time at parties than she had.
If people around me are unclothed, like at a nude beach or in a communal hot tub or hot springs, you'll find me unclothed, as well.
She don't look that nice to me.
She simply smiles, a rather shit-eating grin, and shakes her lovely blond head in feigned exasperation, as though she is wondering what ever possessed her to grant this interview.
If you see any errors, please.
The pleasantries seem far behind us when, not five minutes into our talk, I try to pin her into an ugly corner of truth.