Then further up the smooth surface of the pants to the small waist.Another example Jan reflected of "unnatural assistance" Training for 1hour a day (w...hen home for lunch) meant that the difference between waistmeasurements with, and without the steel-boned cincher were quiteconsiderable. The usual slight pot stomach was now a clearly hour glassshaped waist area.Close at hand to this body zone - a smoothly swelling cleavage whichshowed to great advantage over the deep neck of Jan's top was, it. He gulped as he looked down at the bleeding woman, the bleeding monster in his arms, and winced as he noticed her getting paler again. She was already pale, redhead and freckles and all, but his eyes could make out the white showing through as the blood drained out of her.Second time he’d ever met this girl, and she was going to bleed to death in his arms. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.Breathe, just breathe. Remember the shit in your dreams. Breathe.He started wandering around, feet tripping over random. This blizzard had grounded everything flying in Europe and there was no way that they were going to arrive for at least another seventy two hours.What we had here was a group of storm waifs, who were stuck here with the roadies and those of us who had rooms in the hotel. The management company had hired me to do part of a tour book, and this gig in Paris had been a dream come true. But the gods love a jest and this hadn't been what I'd signed on for.Being as the hall was rented, the sets built. Doors were opening behind and in front of me spurring me on to run even faster. I made it to the end of the hall just as heads were popping out of rooms to watch me. I slammed the door shut behind me but knew I had probably sparked enough attention to send most of the boys chasing after me. I paused in the spot I was at trying to locate Natalie but she was no where in sight. The elevator was gone and so too were my clothes. I quickly ran over to the elevator and smashed the call button but.