Gwen had skin the color of caramel, almost golden. Her touch, with manicured nails, was as soft as a summer breeze and as gentle as July rain. Her words were as the sweet emanation of flower nectar. Her face, with high cheekbones, was as bright as an ANGEL'S halo. Her always- tapered hair, was as dark as infinity. Her smile spoke a thousand hearts through perfectly straight teeth and her eyes never lied. While Babyface's words rolled off the speakers' tongue, Gwen could see, but not touch the day she would have that kind of whip appeal on a man. The kind of whip appeal that would be better than love. While the music played, Gwen laid quiescent in the steaming water. That, at least for now, was her ecstasy.
In the midst of the dulcet music, relaxing steam, and the thoughts of
Mr. Dream come true, the phone rings. Gwen awakens from her realm of
semi comatose, grabs her bath towel and runs to answer the phone,
dripping wet, before the message center picks up the call.
"Hello." Gwen's genial voice spoke. "I'm sorry, but no one by that
name lives here. You are very welcome," Gwen says politely as she hangs
up the phone.
As Gwen turns and heads back to her bath, the phone rings again.
"Hello," she said with aggravation in her voice. "Sir, once again you
have the wrong number, no one by that name lives here. Yes I'm sure.
Yes, that is the right number, but no one lives here by that name."
Gwen hangs up and with her bath interrupted, she let's the water out
of the tub and lotions her body with the smell of Amber Romance from
Victoria's Secrets. Gwen is quickly dressed and decides to get a bite to
eat. She picks up her keys, removes the CD from the stereo and walks
out the door. Gwen can see that it will be another hot day in LA, so she
removes the top on her convertible Porsche. Gwen had treated herself to
a new car after the much publicized murder case involving a top
celebrity, his wife, and her possible lover, that she worked on in late
2001. Fresh from the showroom floor, Gwen had driven it home two
days ago. She decided it was time to take it for a ride. With a smile on
her face that said I am blessed, Gwen started her new car. As she pulled
out from the curb, her neighbors came to see and wave her off. Gwen
drove up Sycamore to Wilshire. She made a left on Wilshire and drove to
La Brea, where she decided to stop at one of the many 7-Eleven's on the
blocks of LA. She bought a bottle of water, and on her way back to her
car a transient standing out in front of the store whistled at her. Gwen
smiled and proceeded to the Sunset Plaza, where she planned to do a
little shopping and at the same time get a bite to eat. Gwen caved in to
Chin-Chin's and an Oriental chicken salad. After eating, she decided to
make her first shopping stop at BCBG's to view the latest styles in
clothing. As she entered the store, a short bald man in a gray Armani
suit, carrying a cellular phone and a briefcase approached her.
"Hello gorgeous, what must I do to get to know your sweet smelling
self?"
Instantly, Gwen was turned off and prepared for the rest of his
bullshit. Not wanting to be anti-social Gwen spoke and continued into
the store.
"Hey baby, you don't have to run."
"Oh, make no mistake, I do have to run," Gwen replied.