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True Story
Vanessa Hardgrove kicked her fuzzy pink slipped off her pedicured pink feet, slid out of her pink designer bathrobe, and slid under the pink satin covers of her bed. She placed the pink velvet mask over her eyes to block out every trace of light, ensuring she would have a good night's sleep tonight. Tomorrow morning she would be appearing on appearing on TV, 'Good Morning, Nasty dollars Jacksonville', where she would be receiving the city's prestigious Humanitarian Award for all the money she'd donated to the city over the past five years (as a tax break, xxx bang boat tgo galls just barely kept her out of the higher tax bracket). It simply wouldn't do to appear before America with bags under her eyes. She needed her beauty sleep.
Truth be told, the young blonde thirty year old looked stunning, better preserved than many TWENTY year olds. To look at her lineless face and her perfectly sculpted body, one would never guess her to be the widowed mother of three. Of course, being wealthy, she was able to afford herself the best of care, weekly visits to the spa, for facials, manicures, and pedicures, Nasty dollars monthly full body wraps, and a relaxing stress-free vacation in the French Riviera twice a year.
Yes, she thought dreamily as she settled into a comfortable position. Life is good. Old Jim Myers' final gift to me has certainly come in handy. Wasn't much of a lover, but yawn he was one HELL of a provider.
She drifted off into a comfortable dream, one with blurry images and ideas, coming too quick to really even focus on, the cums on her faces usual half-remembered montage of normal REM sleep. Slowly, but surely, the fog dissipated, and cleared, and Vanessa opened her eyes to see a beautiful garden before her, full of flowers of many shapes and sizes. Broken marble pillars littered the landscape, and in the far off distance, she thought she glimpsed the Parthenon.
Hmmm. Must be Greece, Nasty dollars she thought to herself. I'm in Greece. I remember this field now. I was here last summer on vacation. Indeed, glancing down at herself, she saw that she was decked out in a white toga, the thin white sheet barely covering her body's most private assets. Finding it all still perfectly normal, she padded off, barefoot, through the flowerbed, exploring the site of the ancient ruins. Along one of the sides of a fallen pillar ran a series of gnarled, twisted vines, sporting some of the Nasty dollars most beautiful flowers she'd ever seen. She plucked one, wincing slightly as a thorn sticky movies directory pricked her finger. Sucking lightly on her finger, she placed the flower in her hair.
"Careful of the thorns," a man said, stepping into view. He stood just shy of six feet, short cut black hair, a well-chiseled visage, and a reality slender, yet powerful frame. Vanessa took this all in at a glance, and smiled prettily as he moved towards her. Without pause her took her hand, gazing down at the prick, and shook his head.
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