Versatile Stories

I live in Miami, and on a Monday night, I decided to get a haircut at a barbershop about half a mile from my place. It was already closed, so I went to a nearby salon instead. The girl who helped me was a stunning woman with straight, jet-black hair and unbelievable beauty. Her name was Isabelle, and there was something different about her, though I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. She had soft hands and liked to gentl...