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Name: Adrian Clark
Age: 42
Height: 6 foot, broad and tall - as such carried his middle age spread well
Hair: greying and balding, cropped.
Eyes: piercing blue
It was a Saturday afternoon, a lovely sunny autumnal day. The sun was bright, enhancing the reds, oranges and yellow leaves on the trees. Adrian had been for a walk in the local park, endeavouring to capture the lovely colours on his camera, and now was on his way home. The Park was set in the grounds of Princess Manor Park an old Victorian Mental Hospital, and now exclusive apartments. The trees were old, many over 100 years, Oaks, Birch and other Native deciduous trees.
He had stopped at Boyden's a favourite local independent coffee house. It was relatively busy but he was able to get a table, and soon was being served by Fi, one of the lovely baristas that work there.
As he waited for the delivery of his drink, he was starting to review the photos on the back of his camera, the place filled with the sound of activity, coffee beans being ground, the espresso machine steaming the milk, and the buzz of conversation.
Fi returned with his order as she bent down, exposing to Adrian her décolletage, and a hint of her breasts, as they fell forward into the cups of her dress. Fi, as usual was braless, her moderate b cups free to hang, defying the law of gravity.
As Fi walked away, Adrian saw her, a tall Ebony lady. He had seen her in there on numerous occasions, tall broad and very pretty. She was always dressed sassily, provocatively, her attire very suggestive, but in reality very little was exposed. That afternoon, she wore a loose slouchy top, one arm was off her shoulder exposing her bra strap and a racerback T-shirt. Her thighs were hidden by a midi skater skirt, her calves clad in leather.
He himself was dressed in a casual shirt and trousers, semi-smart, but practical for kneeling and taking photos.
Adrian looked at her as she ordered her drink before returning to his camera.
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Easily Deceived
Name: Adrian Clark
Age: 42
Height: 6 foot, broad and tall - as such carried his middle age spread well
Hair: greying and balding, cropped.
Eyes: piercing blue
It was a Saturday afternoon, a lovely sunny autumnal day. The sun was bright, enhancing the reds, oranges and yellow leaves on the trees. Adrian had been for a walk in the local park, endeavouring to capture the lovely colours on his camera, and now was on his way home. The Park was set in the grounds of Princess Manor Park an old Victorian Mental Hospital, and now exclusive apartments. The trees were old, many over 100 years, Oaks, Birch and other Native deciduous trees.
He had stopped at Boyden's a favourite local independent coffee house. It was relatively busy but he was able to get a table, and soon was being served by Fi, one of the lovely baristas that work there.
As he waited for the delivery of his drink, he was starting to review the photos on the back of his camera, the place filled with the sound of activity, coffee beans being ground, the espresso machine steaming the milk, and the buzz of conversation.
Fi returned with his order as she bent down, exposing to Adrian her décolletage, and a hint of her breasts, as they fell forward into the cups of her dress. Fi, as usual was braless, her moderate b cups free to hang, defying the law of gravity.
As Fi walked away, Adrian saw her, a tall Ebony lady. He had seen her in there on numerous occasions, tall broad and very pretty. She was always dressed sassily, provocatively, her attire very suggestive, but in reality very little was exposed. That afternoon, she wore a loose slouchy top, one arm was off her shoulder exposing her bra strap and a racerback T-shirt. Her thighs were hidden by a midi skater skirt, her calves clad in leather.
He himself was dressed in a casual shirt and trousers, semi-smart, but practical for kneeling and taking photos.
Adrian looked at her as she ordered her drink before returning to his camera.
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