She didn't look slutty, but she certainly has seen a man or two. However, you could tell she had a dirty side. She obviously cared deeply about the way she looked. The woman had a classy feel to the way she walked, even though she was going through emotional troubles. Her skin just LOOKED soft and healthy, with a real tan, not the fake spray tans you see around here. Probably the most astonishing thing about her was the way her body curved and the amazing condition of her skin. Her face was that of an exotic women, beautiful because of her originality, she really doesn't look like the majority of the brunettes in my area. The light from the kitchen illuminated her figure like a pristine goddess descended from the clouds. I still remember this scene as if it were today, and that memory is fighting through a hell of a night of drinking and smoking.
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At that point, my life felt entirely like that part of a romance movie where the main character sees the love of his/her dreams. "NO! FUCK YOU!" the last words of a brutally intense argument ended with those words and the stomping of a women's heels impressively sounding throughout the entire house. We were all just sitting around talking while I rolled a blunt. There were about 3 other people in the room with me, one of them was passed out with his shirt off and a broken bottle of rum laying next to him in a puddle. I was sitting on a leather couch in a room isolated from the main party. The 13-15 people in the basement were loud enough to wake up anyone passed out on the ground level. No parents were around, so everyone showed up. The party was coming to it's peak at around 1 in the morning, half the party was downstairs and the other half either bounced or were spread throughout the rest of the main floor of this large suburban house.