I’ve been in an odd mood recently, and I had some (rare) spare time so I went through some old pictures. Sure enough I uncovered a mysteroius CD that wasn’t labled. Now this is odd. Popped it into my computer and discovered a treasure trove of pictures from my past.
This is Dea.
Dea was a wild one. She was the anything/anytime/anyplace type of girl; Hard to get and even harder to hold. She was the type of gal that would be dead asleep driving cross country, would wake up when I pulled the car over at the beach, and five minutes later be buck ass naked and ready to make like a little bunny.
The one amazing thing about Dea was she was like Madonna – constantly changing herself. She had a differnet hair style often, and new close to go along with it. During her “sophisticated” phase she bought some high heels; If she owed me thanks for anything it was for me teaching her how to walk in high heels (something I’ll gladly teach any chick to do!). I’m sure I could have taught her how to be a lesiban too, although knowing Dea I’m sure she figured it out on her own. Good girl.
It’s possible she was married while I knew her. Opps.
