Lips like a peanut, pink and soft as melted taffy. Black shimmering eyes, quick to seek admiration. Haughty head held high, hair preened and straight, flowing with each sharp step like the girls on the shampoo sachets. Body in full blossom, adorned in sparkling jewels like dewdrops on a gleaming flower, legs like milk barely concealed by cut-off denim shorts, shoulders like sun-kissed peaches. Laugh infectious, and the ears would turn of men adoring, yearning for this little vixen. Quick to laugh, and love. Quick to fury, and hate, like a matchstick struck, the flame burning bright… but just for a moment.