Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-Two. Smithy.
I tell you what. Pamela is a sight for sore eyes. She looks stunning. She has managed to squeeze her leg into a pair of flared light blue jeans, which mold her bum, with a white lace bohemian style top, which is understatedly sexy. Princess the cat is currently batting at the long tassels that hang either side of the neckline before it drops into a V showing a little bit of cleavage. I feel my heart squeeze in my chest as I take in her blonde hair, which is hanging loose, in soft waves down her back, as she giggles at the cat, when its claws get stuck in the tassels. She is less formal than I have noticed before, and even more beautiful for it. Although I do believe you could place her in a black plastic bin liner, and she would still be the mo
