Picture PerfectHer name was Zhao. She was a model for beauty. She brought the rays of joy to her friends whenever they were down. She had the power to break a dozen hearts with a wink, but could also immediately mend them with a friendly chat. With her best friend being a photographer, she'd often model for him, striking various poses and donning numerous dresses and skirts in their photo shoots. They shot in elegant rooms, on top of mountains, in delicate gardens, and numerous other vistas and settings. While humble people, they knew they had something special when they finished a shoot for the day. His talents brought out her beauty in such a way that it was truly art. They hadn't been noticed yet; they were putting together a portfolio that they hoped would be a hit with whomever they would show it to. In order to fill it up, they shot for a solid month, and the binder was getting thick.
To celebrate, the two decided to end the portfolio with a final shoot. Zhao arrived at their destina
The FantasyHer name is Cherry. Well, was. She was the lead cheerleader for our high school, lead singer of the school's choir and a contender for the top five percent of our academic population. She was on track for quite a bright future, with honors and accolades raining her way really fast. She deserved it all.
It was our school's homecoming football game, and I had been flirting with her all that week. Just before the big day, I had succeeded in seducing her into making out with me under the bleachers. She wished me a little "extra" luck and took off for the parking lot, driving home. I stood there alone for half an hour, wondering whether or not I should do it. I decided I would.
The next morning, I asked her to meet me near the locker rooms in her uniform if we won the game. You bet I tried my hardest to win that game. Down by 14 points at half-time, I saw her on the sidelines, cheering for us. Looking into her eyes, I saw she was cheering for me. She had no idea that she was sealing her fat