the name is wrong. all wrong, and all out of proportion. i don't like it. she is the sunshine of the room, it's obvious. four men in orbit and she holds it all down. the gravity at the center of it all. the yellow shirt part of the uniform, but even without she'd shine.
she likes, she says. trying to think of what to say, with the Fuzz and the co-workers and her distraction all playing. "seven" says a slowed down moore, and she says she likes. a compliment from a perfect compliment - even if the moniker has proven problematic in the past. smiles come with the service? then fill 'er up.
served up on October 31, 2002 05:37 AM