“careful babe. Let me help you get that.” I walk to her and help her pull the zipper of her dress up.
“thanks hun. I think the Doughnuts I ate were a bad idea. I feel so heavy.” she moans.
“you look just fine and it is all in your head. Turn around let me see you.” I tell her.
She does just that. She turns around to face me.
She looks so beautiful. Like a damn angel. Her formally long hair is now short and frames her face. She looks like a cute little pixie. Her dress emphasizes her petite shape and shows off her pretty figure. The straps leave the expanse of her arms open. She looks elegant and classy. There is no mistaking that she comes from wealth. There is just this simple grace that cannot be faked.
“damn girl!!!! let me get my phone and call the fire department..!!!” I moan a
