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I’ve always admired a shapely calf and ankle. I can’t remember why. Personal aesthetics, I imagine. Then again, my concept of beauty was a little different to most. But I still enjoyed the simple things in life. Like calves and ankles. Without saying a word, Kelly provided a new appreciation of ‘the thigh’. It was difficult to avoid. The precocious length of her skirts ensured regular inspection. Her skin was firm and deeply tanned, and I swore it shimmered. By her actions, it was clear she thought her legs were her best feature, but others might not agree. It would have been hard to argue with them. She was a beauty. Almost everyone who walked into Wilson’s Drug Store looked at her twice. She captured the imagination with her combination of friendly, open manner, quick wit, short skirts, and boundless bust. It was only the elderly women who managed not to stare. Even after they’d admonished her for the length of her hems, she’d manage to win them over with her radiant smile and good humour. She didn’t have the build for catwalks. Nature ensured she was healthy and busty and full of the essence that sparkled in her eyes. Besides, here in the boondocks she was the queen. This was her catwalk. She could strut around, striking poses and pretending she was completely above it all. ****************************************************************** Just a few short years ago, Kelly had been one of the local kids who kicked around in a baseball cap turned backward. If it weren’t for the short skirts her mom used to let her run around in, I doubt whether I’d remembered her at all. But I did. The very first time I saw her in Wilson’s Drug Store I took a double take. The curvy new girl, bouncing behind the counter in obvious enthusiasm, had altered the decades-old staff uniform into something verging on the obscene. I put two and two together and was amazed at how well she’d turned out. She was about 5'6", but her height was the only average thing about her. For one so young, she was remarkably womanly. Her blonde-streaked, dark brown hair made me think of days spent at the beach. I used to smile, thinking she would likely cause a riot in a bikini. She was full-figured… and very sexy. Her mouth was the kind you looked at twice. It was sinful. And she knew it. She bit her lip, pouted, smiled, sucked a finger… Almost every time she acknowledged me, she’d do something to draw my attention to her mouth. If I hadn’t known better, I’d have thought she was teasing me. What I particularly liked was the glint in her icy blue eyes. She could be an angel or a cheeky little devil in a split second, blinking with utter innocence one moment, then with salacious promise the next. She knew she looked good. She was cocky. She had ‘spirit’. I liked spirit. I had use for it. Ah, but it was just a dream. **************************************************************** I found the way |
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