Her hair dazzled. Her face was bright and she seemed to possess a lot of hope in life. Her expression of beauty was more than a word to her. This tall studious lady was the centre of attraction to the urban men. She made it sure that everywhere she moved, she was glared at. Failure to glare at her, would pronounce a false prophecy to her judgment. She expected men and women to show that ‘wanting’ look. Her short pants and dresses made it clear to what she really aspired- attention. She was the ‘attention seeker’.
Her long, black hair was natural and was treated more than any other asset she possessed. Her long, brown, non-sooty legs were also her icon. She made it sure that she visited a professional masseuse for the job well done on daily basis. Her name was Gillian.
Her talks around the town were wired throughout. She had been making men fight and engage in unproductive talk. A certain gang of boys, who had been terrorizing the town for a while, had been investigating Gillian for some time. They had been residing in the urban area for quite some time. They decided to work out ‘something’ to keep her ‘attention’ shut. They came up with a very well developed plan to capture this high class lady. She wasn’t the type you would bump on and get to know the other side in such an abrupt manner. At some moments, she was the refined one!
The day of invasion was on Friday. They knew that Gillian was a frequent customer
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