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Name: Anya Huenjentes
Age: 37
Looks: Pale, midnight black straight hair, severely cut. Large black spectacles. Clear intelligent grey eyes and high arching eye brows, 5'7", large breasts 36 D and ample buttocks, slender but certainly out of shape.
Occupation: Electrical engineer. Works at a private lab, funding source and research confidential .
Anya threw her bag across the wooden floor and looked about. Thomas had moved out while she was at work. His section of the wardrobe looked strangely empty. What had he said? She made him feel inadequate, emasculated. She propped down on the bed, frowning. Things have been steadily worsening for a while. She was making about three times as much money as he. The last few days, there had been emergency phone calls in the middle of their love making and she had left him hanging.
This was her third boyfriend in as many years. She shook her head in disappointment. Weak, nervous, insecure bastards, the lot of them. Anya started unbuttoning her shirt and paused at the sight of longish blonde hair on her sleeve. That boy on the subway!
Oh she had hated taking the subway to work but Thomas had taken the car and she didn't have the time to arrange another. Her mind went back to the young man pressed up against her on the ride back home. She remembered looking at his dishevelled grungy appearance with disapproval but the crowd had pressed in and he was close enough for her to smell his musk. She was taller than him in her heels, his mouth inches from her collarbone...
She shook her head and proceeded to pour herself a drink. Her cellphone showed five missed calls, all from work. She ignored them and started to look up car services. She paused for a while, her mind going back to the tanned skin peeking through the lad's open shirt. One more day on the subway then, just in case that dirty blonde head is on the same train...
Age: 37
Looks: Pale, midnight black straight hair, severely cut. Large black spectacles. Clear intelligent grey eyes and high arching eye brows, 5'7", large breasts 36 D and ample buttocks, slender but certainly out of shape.
Occupation: Electrical engineer. Works at a private lab, funding source and research confidential .
Anya threw her bag across the wooden floor and looked about. Thomas had moved out while she was at work. His section of the wardrobe looked strangely empty. What had he said? She made him feel inadequate, emasculated. She propped down on the bed, frowning. Things have been steadily worsening for a while. She was making about three times as much money as he. The last few days, there had been emergency phone calls in the middle of their love making and she had left him hanging.
This was her third boyfriend in as many years. She shook her head in disappointment. Weak, nervous, insecure bastards, the lot of them. Anya started unbuttoning her shirt and paused at the sight of longish blonde hair on her sleeve. That boy on the subway!
Oh she had hated taking the subway to work but Thomas had taken the car and she didn't have the time to arrange another. Her mind went back to the young man pressed up against her on the ride back home. She remembered looking at his dishevelled grungy appearance with disapproval but the crowd had pressed in and he was close enough for her to smell his musk. She was taller than him in her heels, his mouth inches from her collarbone...
She shook her head and proceeded to pour herself a drink. Her cellphone showed five missed calls, all from work. She ignored them and started to look up car services. She paused for a while, her mind going back to the tanned skin peeking through the lad's open shirt. One more day on the subway then, just in case that dirty blonde head is on the same train...
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