Damn I hate my days off because it means I have to go and do some shopping down at the supermarket. I’m not much of a cook and I eat out as much as I can. But that still leaves me with a few things that I have to buy every week at the supermarket.

And that means that I have to risk my life in those damn aisles as little old grannies that can’t see beyond the end of their noses and ugly married women with a million scream kids try to run be down with their shopping trolleys.

At least yesterday wasn’t quite so bad. Maybe it was grannies’ day off or something but it was certainly quieter than usual.

I was about half way through the aisles when I passed a redhead babe. She looked at me and I looked at her and she didn’t try to look away at all. The bitch kept holding my gaze as if she was challenging me.

In the next aisle she did the same but this time there was a faint smile there too. Maybe there might be something brewing there and if there was I didn’t mind at all. She looked like she had a few years on her but her tits were big, her belly was flat and her ass was tight.

And that entire package was wrapped up in a short and very low-cut sundress that left very little to the imagination. Well if she wanted something extra from the supermarket I could be tempted to give it to her.

I lost sight of her after that and it wasn’t till I was back at my car and about to get in that I saw her again. She was standing beside the car next to mine and the bitch was giving me the eye again.

“Well?”

“Where?” was all she asked…

I gave her the address and got my car and drove home.

I had just finished putting the stuff I’d bought in the cupboards when there was a knock at the door and there she was.

I smiled and shook my head.

“Didn’t you think I would come?” she asked as she tilted her head to one side.

“Of course I knew you’d come” I snorted.

“Cocky bastard aren’t you?”

Poor little rich brat Paris Hilton never has to work a day in her life, unless she wants to. But, whether she considers it work, or play, Paris has committed herself to another season of shooting The Simple Life, the successful Fox network reality show she and gal pal Nicole Richie starred in last season. Paris also recently appeared in a small role on the NBC drama Las Vegas.
And now, Paris Hilton is set to generate oodles of money for former boyfriend Rick Salomon (often misspelled as Solomon) when the infamous videotape of them having sex a few years ago is released on the Internet.

This version, reportedly "directed" by Paris Hilton herself, is digitally enhanced and remastered and includes additional full color footage of Paris and Rick not seen in the previous "night vision" clip widely circulated in cyberspace several months ago. It turns out Rick Salomon has the rights to the half-hour-plus tape and fully intends to profit from making it available to the public via the Web.

It has been years since the Pamela Anderson and Tommy Lee sex tape first made the rounds on the 'Net and pay-per-view video, and it is still searched for by Web surfers in search engines such as Google and Yahoo!Tommy became infamous for the size of his big dick. No one can be certain how much revenue has been realized as a result of that sex tape but we can be sure the Paris Hilton tape will be in great demand for a long time to come.

What a pity that we cannot in our hypocritical society practise a nudity INTEGRALE on the Net, obliged which we are to occult our faces...
The latter are indeed the lot of the privileged person, our Big Brother "to identify us well" before our various numbers, our fingerprints or our sequence dna.
In such a context, the people who reveal their intimacy with face discovered thus take large all the more great risks as they excerise an important function in the company. One will forgive more easily a florist of nude exhibiting than a Secretary of State, like if notability and erotism were absolutely irreconcilable.
Those that form part of privileged who know ALSO the face of 'Victoire', result of a complicity and of a confidence which are deserved and cannot be acquired day at the following day.
Our hypocritical company is, I guess always better than antiquated company where the women are forced to not veil the face on blogs…but in the STREET !