THE THING SHE WON'T TELL YOU...
      Tom stared blankly into space, as he held unto his sweating glass of beer;his only companion at the time.  And  his mind wandered carelessly, giving a mild caress to his problems and then leaving them to hunt him. Nothing seemed to make sense at the moment as he tapped his left feet on the hard floor, a habit he had grown accustomed to when he is disturbed. Nothing could get his mind off his current problems now, well nothing except the hot distraction that walked into the bar 20 minutes later, a distraction that he tried to ignore until she found her way towards him.
      He stared up in relief as he had now discovered something more useful to do with his time and as if trying to get his game shoes back on.. He cleared his throat to catch her attention, and when those cat like eyes  in that well toned face of hers stared back at him, he could feel the sweat drip from his back like it was a tea bag. He stared on longer, as he thought of one of his toasting lines. He knew that with the expression he wore on his face, there was no way the line of " you look familiar, trying to figure out where I had seen this pretty face before" was gonna work out, so he kept on thinking, and soon he realised that he was getting rusty at this.
       "Are you going to stare  at me all night or are you going to man up and make that request" she blurted out in frustration  and a small smile soon formed on his lips, "straight forward, that I like"  he said speaking up finally,  and from thence he gained his voice and the discussion that followed was a jolly one.
     "so what's the request going to be?"  she asked as it was getting late. "would like to take you back to my apartment" he said confidently.  She looked quite offended and Tom almost wished he could take the request back, before she asked calmly, "so you are not gonna ask for my name or number?"  he made to make a response but she cut him short with a warm smile, "your apartment it is then".
        Tom was surprised at her decision and response but that didn't stop him from enjoying the moment, after "the night activities"  he was going to ask her out, a trophy girlfriend at last! He thought, a girl he could proudly take around, show off to his friends. She was damn beautiful!
      Indeed “she was” he thought, as he stared at her the next morning and wondered if this was the same girl he had brought home late last night or if the alcohol had played with his sense of sight...

But on the bright side bringing your girl to  a make-up school is still an option....  I mean you can display her as a trophy during the daytime, but as for what she looks like without it... That would be your little secret...


Training is presently going on at delly  signatures...  More photos after the cut.