It was a typical weekday morning. I was on my way to pick up my last passenger of the night when I saw her. "Who is she?" I asked the passenger seat of my car. I had a feeling I knew who it was but I needed confirmation.
"You don't know her?She's one of the most famous models in the world." "I don't follow fashion." "Well, you should. She's been on the cover of every magazine you can think of. Look, there she is!" My passenger pointed to a picture of a woman on the wall behind me. "That looks like her.Oh, my God. It is her." "I don't know. She looks different from the pictures." I said, looking at the woman €™s face for the first time. She had a gap-toothed smile and dark, soul-stealing eyes that took in everything and everyone. "Maybe it is her. What do you think, Aly?Isla, you remember her face?" "Yeah, it's her. I remember her face," I said, smiling. "She's one a them big girls, you know. The kind that make you wonder how she gets into those clothes. And those shoes. Man, she can pull off anything she wants. She has that effect on people.And those curves. Oh, those curves." "She's stunning," I said, turning away from the picture and back to her. "But there are others like her. Right now, there are at least three in this room. Why do you think she chose me? What makes me different from the others?" The question seemed innocent enough but I knew the answer.I knew why she picked me. "You're the only one that doesn't want to have sex with her," my passenger said. "And that makes you different from every other man on the planet. Now stop thinking with your dick and give her a chance. She might surprise you." "How do you know what I think?" I asked her and she blushed.
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