The Hunt (PART ONE)
I wish I were a talented author, so that I could truly describe the beauty of the girl who sat so very close to me, at the library. However, I am only a librarian with a journal so I will do my best. Let me start with her hair;Shirly-temple curls that twirled down to her shoulders, a shining chesnut, complete with a tiny pink bow at the side, holding the cascade of locks into place. The hair framed a decidedly heart-shaped, with a pronounced round little chin. Her features were so perfect, so fragile and perfectly crafted that she could have been a large china-doll, right down to her plump ruby lips. What was different from a china doll, were her eyes. Her rounded and youthful child’s face held the very sultry, very sexual eyes …