No doubt about it. Charlene Hicks was one beautiful woman. Long blond hair. Golden blond like a ripened wheat field. And the way her bosom filled out the stylish, yet conservative cut blouse she was wearing today, could make a weak man"s knees almost buckle underneath him. She had this natural allure which instantly attracted the attention of men. For a relatively small woman, she had the most beautiful legs he had ever seen. Perfectly sculptured. Like that of a world-class athlete. The way they moved, the way they made her hips move as she walked, was almost an erotic experience in itself as he sat in his car and watched her climb into a cab.
There was an air of confidence in her which naturally transmitted itself through her body movements. A strong woman. A beautiful woman. A woman of
