Only, they’d have to get down and dirty to be on my level if they want to be a sexy and as sexual as me. Being born a beautiful woman is not all ch...ampagne and roses. Rather, it’s my curse. Spending my life having to fight off men, men who think they know me with just a glance, a glare, a stare, a leer, and a vulgar expression, I would have had an easier time of it if I looked more like one of my small breasted, angry, jealous ex-girlfriends. Justifiably, in my defense, after all the sexual. Their eyeliner was overdone, and both outfits appeared to be a last minute idea. The woman on Steven’s right wore short shorts in sizzling pink with a matching front zipper pink jacket and a NASCAR cap. The other women had long, extra long legs, and a trim curvy figure that would make any man’s dick hard. She wore an ultra short flowery paisley print 1960’s go-go outfit, complete with white vinyl boots. The outfit’s plunging V-shaped neckline was showing definitely more cleavage than Lindsey’s. " Well we still have to wait, so just relax." Why?" He whined. "It's raining." Oh calm down, we still have to wait awhile." Why?"But she wasn't going to answer, she was reading. Shawn already was confused about this day. Sarah called him at 8:00 in the morning and told him to meet her at this bus stop at 9:50. When she called Shawn was just happy to hear from her, they had been in a lot of arguments lately, and he was sure their relationship was nearing the end. He looked over to her again; she. "Yeah, on the radio. Especially when they're broadcasting on Friday and Saturday nights, and advertising the different clubs. I've never been here, though, just heard of it." I answered, staring at the assortment of freaks, goths, preps, punks and skaters that lined the streets.It looked more like something you'd see at Mardi Gras.Men on the sidewalk, using their teeth to pull full shot glasses from between the breasts of beautiful half-dressed women. Street performers were using nothing more.