time Nick took pictures of Lisa, she had done something a little skanky. They were in Nick's backyard, and he kept insisting that Lisa lift up her dress. At first, Lisa just said, "Dream on!" But Nick got a little pissed off at that, and hell, Lisa needed him. So she thought, Let me turn the geek on. It could be fun .
So, she’d done it. Lisa lifted up the hem of the blue and white cotton sundress and exposed her light pink Victoria's Secret panties to his hungry horny eyes.
Let the poor geek have a stroke , she thought.
She could see his erection from a mile away, and honestly, he didn't look like he was lacking down there. But Lisa pretended not to notice, closing her eyes to the warmth of the sun so Nick could get the perfect shot of her face.
A nd truthfully, it had been a really good shot.
Now if only Tyra and her gang would get in gear a nd post applications for the next America's Next Top Model. She was going to do it, damn it. She was going to apply.
And then...she was going to win !
Lisa pictured herself standing with one other girl on stage in front of Tyra and the other judges. The mood was tense. Tyra was just about to announce the winner of America's Next Top Model. Everyone waited....the moment stretched on into eternity...
Suddenly, Tyra was saying, "Excuse me! Can you hear me?"
What? Why would Tyra say that ?
Because it wasn't Tyra, that's why . It was a stupid annoying customer trying to get Lisa's attention .
"Oh, yea, sorry," Lisa said, not sounding sorry at all.
The woman just stared at Lisa with a bitchy sneer on her face, snapping her gum.
"I was just remembering something for a test I have to take," Lisa lied.
Lisa used that same old excuse even though it was summer and she was out of school. B ut hey, she could be talking about a test for college or summer school, right?
This woman, however, did not soften up at the mention of a school related excuse . Her overly made-up eyes continued shooting daggers at Lisa.
Too much eyeliner, bitch ! Lisa thought. It actually makes your eyes look smaller!
The woman standing in front of Lisa was one of those smug moms who strides into Maybelline’s wielding a credit card of her hubby's money, expecting to be treated like a frickin’ diva.
The bitch had a blonde ponytail, pinched lips, tight purple tank top and boring shorts. They all wore the same boring shorts. The shorts always made their asses look saggy.
Or maybe their asses really were saggy.
Her face wasn't old...yet...but was quickly heading towards its expiration date, which always caused a sort of manic desperation in these women, Lisa thought.
A desire to hang on to their rapidly evaporating youth.
This particular woman, for example, had dipped the ends of her raggedy blonde ponytail in magenta hair color, which Lisa thought looked absolutely ridiculous on a woman her age.
L isa addressed the woman with a rant inside her head.
Stop being so damn delusional and cut off that stupid purple hair. Look in the mirror, bitch! You're not twelve !
"Excuse me!" the woman snarled.
She had a mini version of herself in her cart... a toddler with a blonde ponytail (minus the magenta ends) purple star shaped sunglasses, a purple tank top, and the same smug expression.
"Can I have a ticket, please?" the woman demanded.
"Oh, yea...sure..." Lisa said, handing the woman a "3" ticket for the three pairs of boring shorts she was holding.
The woman grabbed the ticket and sighed noisily. Then she angrily removed her toddler from the cart filled with garden accessories and Teddy Grahams.
"Where do they get these people?" Lisa heard the woman complain as she dragged her mini-me into the dressing room.
O h shut up, bitch ! Lisa responded, in her head. You look so boring you make me want to puke !
L isa couldn't imagine being anything but young, tall, and pretty, with a career
So, she’d done it. Lisa lifted up the hem of the blue and white cotton sundress and exposed her light pink Victoria's Secret panties to his hungry horny eyes.
Let the poor geek have a stroke , she thought.
She could see his erection from a mile away, and honestly, he didn't look like he was lacking down there. But Lisa pretended not to notice, closing her eyes to the warmth of the sun so Nick could get the perfect shot of her face.
A nd truthfully, it had been a really good shot.
Now if only Tyra and her gang would get in gear a nd post applications for the next America's Next Top Model. She was going to do it, damn it. She was going to apply.
And then...she was going to win !
Lisa pictured herself standing with one other girl on stage in front of Tyra and the other judges. The mood was tense. Tyra was just about to announce the winner of America's Next Top Model. Everyone waited....the moment stretched on into eternity...
Suddenly, Tyra was saying, "Excuse me! Can you hear me?"
What? Why would Tyra say that ?
Because it wasn't Tyra, that's why . It was a stupid annoying customer trying to get Lisa's attention .
"Oh, yea, sorry," Lisa said, not sounding sorry at all.
The woman just stared at Lisa with a bitchy sneer on her face, snapping her gum.
"I was just remembering something for a test I have to take," Lisa lied.
Lisa used that same old excuse even though it was summer and she was out of school. B ut hey, she could be talking about a test for college or summer school, right?
This woman, however, did not soften up at the mention of a school related excuse . Her overly made-up eyes continued shooting daggers at Lisa.
Too much eyeliner, bitch ! Lisa thought. It actually makes your eyes look smaller!
The woman standing in front of Lisa was one of those smug moms who strides into Maybelline’s wielding a credit card of her hubby's money, expecting to be treated like a frickin’ diva.
The bitch had a blonde ponytail, pinched lips, tight purple tank top and boring shorts. They all wore the same boring shorts. The shorts always made their asses look saggy.
Or maybe their asses really were saggy.
Her face wasn't old...yet...but was quickly heading towards its expiration date, which always caused a sort of manic desperation in these women, Lisa thought.
A desire to hang on to their rapidly evaporating youth.
This particular woman, for example, had dipped the ends of her raggedy blonde ponytail in magenta hair color, which Lisa thought looked absolutely ridiculous on a woman her age.
L isa addressed the woman with a rant inside her head.
Stop being so damn delusional and cut off that stupid purple hair. Look in the mirror, bitch! You're not twelve !
"Excuse me!" the woman snarled.
She had a mini version of herself in her cart... a toddler with a blonde ponytail (minus the magenta ends) purple star shaped sunglasses, a purple tank top, and the same smug expression.
"Can I have a ticket, please?" the woman demanded.
"Oh, yea...sure..." Lisa said, handing the woman a "3" ticket for the three pairs of boring shorts she was holding.
The woman grabbed the ticket and sighed noisily. Then she angrily removed her toddler from the cart filled with garden accessories and Teddy Grahams.
"Where do they get these people?" Lisa heard the woman complain as she dragged her mini-me into the dressing room.
O h shut up, bitch ! Lisa responded, in her head. You look so boring you make me want to puke !
L isa couldn't imagine being anything but young, tall, and pretty, with a career
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