She was an uncommon beauty. One of those rare individuals that seem to have it all. Her name was Bianca, a senior in my British Literature class. She had recently moved to the States from her family home in Brazil. And I for one was glad. She moved down the hall of our high school like a dream, turning the heads of all the underclassmen and most to the male faculty. She wore the most provocative outfits, the shortest of skirts that revealed her milk chocolate thighs and tight half shirts that showed off her flat stomach and a very sexy bellybutton ring.
