Snippet #968397

"Matt, What did the car that hit you look like? Did you see any other distinguishing factors - make, colors, body shape - anything at all?"

Well, at least he hadn't been referred to as douchenozzle. Matt still lay on the ground (or floor, or whatever it was called here) staring upas he thought back to the moment he was hit by the car he referred to, whether it was a dream or not. "Red. Or maybe that was the colour of the skirt of the girl I was following. It was rather short. But it was dark. Plus, I was more focused on her legs. They were hot. Long, smooth... I just wanted to get my hands all over them and further..." He commented, a stupid grin appearing on his face, his eyes still closed as he imagined the girl he was chasing again. "Real hot..."

He had totally forgotten that he was supposed to be talking about a car, not a girl. But he still continued on talking about the girl instead of the car. "Oh she was a beauty. Red, black... Beautiful. A dream. Probably could have cost a pretty penny to if she were being sold. Somehow I don't think she was one of those 'for sale' items. Body shape was perfect though, complete dream and she had too many distinguishing features to focus on one." Anyone could have thought that he was going on about the car with that description, but his next words revealed all.

"Her breasts. They were the most distinguishing if I had to pick though. Perfect they were. Complete perfection. And I was so close to getting my hands on them. So close. Maybe when I wake up from this dream I'll find that I'm naked in bed with her sleeping from having one hell of a good time!" With that, he opened his eyes and looked over at Stephen. "That a good enough description? Got it all written down." A small laugh came from his lips, a deliberate one as he craned his neck to look at everyone before letting it hit the floor again so he could continue staring up. "Perfection."