Stacy.
I was taking a stroll around the mansion, as I thought of another song inspiration. When I stumbled upon Barbie's wide open door.
I couldn't help but admire the crystal portrait that hung on her wall. When. suddenly someone walked from the bathroom and into her room, his back was facing me. The man was ripped to the core. He was tall, very masculine with short hair. Wait, isn't he the same man I saw a few nights ago? His back was facing me.
My throat burns and a boiling sensation squeezes my chest.
The wine glass slips from my hand and onto the marble tiles. My mouth falls open.
He turned around when he heard the glass shatter into a million pieces. Then I saw him, eye to eye, face to face, clear as day.
He appeared larger than I was, well endowed. No way, this is real.
