When I first met her she was in her mid twenties.When I first met her she was in her mid twenties. She was a tall, striking blonde, standing something over 5'10" in her stocking feet. Her hair was shoulder length and had a sheen to it that made it appear lustrous in any light. Her facial features were perfect and her body matched her face, every single body part wonderfully proportioned and remarkable in its symmetry. She never appeared in public in anything but the finest that Chicago had to offer and was guaranteed to turn heads wherever she went. Her experience as a dancer gave her a fluidity of movement that accented her beauty to the extent that it was difficult to take one's eyes off of her whenever she was around. She was, indeed, poetry in motion. To be seen with Ashleigh on one's arm was a statement of success which few men could match. She also served as the perfect alibi for Big Roy on numerous occasions, and he made sure that if there were murders to be done, as there often were, that he was by her side whenever that time came. She was always willing to do anything that would further Big Roy's "career", and often the offer of a weekend with Ashleigh was just enough to turn the tide of a negotiation in his favor. But as I entered the back of the big sedan on that late September evening all I knew about Ashleigh was that she possessed, without a doubt, the most beautiful legs I had ever seen. They extended from a black silk dress that was split up the side nearest me and were crossed in that wonderful way that so impresses men who can barely tie their own shoes. The slit revealed much of her luscious thigh, including a portion above the top of her stocking and one of the straps of her garter belt, which also appeared to be black silk. Taking off my hat, I sat next to her and nodded in greeting. Her smile lit up the inside of the big Lincoln and she politely extended her hand as she introduced herself to me. Her skin was as soft as that of a baby and in spite of the attraction of her exposed thigh I found my eyes glued to hers, the deep pools of green drawing me to her emotionally in a wildly sensuous way. |