Suddenly there she was, looking at a flower on the window sill. He quickly ducked behind the corner again so as not to startle her. As quietly as he could he peered around the corner to get a good look. Long, dark red hair curled and draped it's way down to the back of her knees. He wondered how she could manage to walk if it were wet. She wore a short dress made out of suede, lashed at one shoulder and at both sides. It was a crudely made garment, but it seemed to follow and accentuate her slender, drawing curves none the less. To look at her face one would scarcely notice any other features for her eyes were such a vibrant blue. He admired her firm, shapely chest for a moment, though it is rare to find a female of her type without these perfect breasts as gravity has so little affect on beauty of such tiny magnitude. Some wandering thoughts went through his head for a moment, and he imagined how it could be if things were different. But destiny is set, and a job is a job. One quick strike with his fly swatter and she fell motionless to the ground. "Damn fairies," he thought, "ya let 'em get a hold in a place and you can never get 'em out!" -Bowker 9/25/92