Journey
Copyright© 2015 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 3
"So ... why don't you just let me go look?" asked April. "That would be the easiest
solution."
"What? Send you off by yourself?" Vee said.
"Yeah, I could just go look."
"Nope. Not happening," said Vee. "Adventure means adventure. Who knows what might be out there. This is the chance of a lifetime ... and the Watch Holders have long lives. Gary? You up for some excitement?"
"Well, I'm not a watch holder ... I'm just an ordinary guy," Gary complained. "You still look 16 and I'm going on 50. People are looking at me and thinking 'Pervert.'"
"Not all people ... just the women. The men are thinking 'I want me some of that.'" Vee grinned.
She was Some of that. It took years before she truly knew that she was the ogled one. It wasn't the blonde behind her ... well ... maybe ... but they were looking at her, too. Short she may be ... but she was look-at-able. Wendy was the only blonde over blue in the ancestry. Vee was Deep mahogany maroon with emerald green eyes and seven freckles across the bridge of her nose. The red started with Wendy Too and darkened with each generation. Vee's daughter, Six, was red unto black, her hair was so deep a red.
The rest of Vee would be called alabaster ... not white ... light cream ... with pink nipples and areolae. She had never had body hair. Six, her daughter, had left no ravages of pregnancy ... no stretch marks or chewed nipples. Vee looked 16 ... a very good 16 ... and the sight of her at the beach caused expressions of interest from men and boys with no boyfriends. Wives and girlfriends were forgotten. She had tiny feet and hands, a long neck and elfin features with a tiny waist. Men considered her perfect; women considered her unachievable in nature ... nobody looks that good without plastic. Vee wasn't unaware of her beauty but she was unimpressed by it. "I'm me, when I was 14 I didn't like me, now I do."
About the only thing that didn't fit was her voice. The phone would connect ... when she spoke, the angels sang ... maybe not ... maybe it was more like the devil was a girl and she wanted you to sell her your soul. So she spoke ... and you would willingly clear out your bank account and sell every single stock or bond and give her every dime and your first born to get to meet the the absolutely MUST be beautiful girl on the other end.
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