Marylou was a pretty blonde with immense ringlets of hair like a sea of golden tresses; she sat there on the edge of the couch with her hands hanging in her lap and her smoky blue country eyes fixed in a wide stare because she was in an evil grey New York pad that she'd heard about back West, and waiting like a longbodied emaciated Modigliani surrealist woman in a serious room.
But, outside of being a sweet little girl, she was awfully dumb and capable of doing horrible things.
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glad u like me - feel free to use more of my shots
mary
and see more at http://glidergrrl.deviantart.com/art/blissed-26315123
and
http://www.flickr.com/photos/7283874@N06/
Thank you mary to share this great stuff with us
John
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