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Christina Smith buttons the cream-colored blouse, the velvety fabric stretches over her lush bust. Which skirt goes best with it? Christina Kickert when she chooses the tight black skirt and pulls it laboriously over her hips. Her fingers run over the high-quality black fabric, which accentuates her round, full buttocks even more. Her freedom of movement is somewhat restricted in the narrow front, but that's worth the looks of men. When she smoothes the fabric, the skirt reaches her knees. As an office manager, a serious eusseres is very important. At 35, Christina's skin still looks very youthful and firm, only the tiniest wrinkles are beginning to form around the mouth and eyes. Nothing that some make-up couldn't cover up. The tight-fitting fabric of her skirt rustles softly as her voluminous butt slides onto the chair in front of her dresser. Her long, sweeping lashes flutter happily as she finishes her makeup. In front of her are all the beautiful things that a woman needs

The Jackson family home lies facedown in cold. Snow curls fall from the sky like white messengers of purification and envelop everything in their protective dress. Stacy Lu Jackson sits thoughtfully in her red silk pajamas by the window in her room. She thinks about the traumatic events of Halloween night. All have been taken to the hospital to be safe. Stacy, Marsha and Jenna escaped with a scare, but Malavika and Adam were more seriously wounded. Adam had a concussion and a lacerated head. He had to stay in the hospital for a few days for observation. Stacy visited him every day. Malavika has suffered abrasions, bruises, a massive shock and a severe loss of volume in her hair ends. She even had to live in a psychiatric facility for a few weeks to process what she had experienced. It's been 3 months now and almost everything is back to normal at school. Only the fact that everyone now sees a heroine in Stacy is very unusual for her. A TV station interviewed her and 4 well-known

Preface: In honor of the teen horror Movie genre of the 70s 80s 90s. Happy Halloween everyone. October 29 just after midnight. The trees creak under the storm. Lightning flashes through the night. The old box-like building, which is located in a small forest area, defies the force of nature. The olive green paint is peeling off the plaster of the walls. Every now and then, mad screams echo out of the building into the deserted nature, condemned never to be heard. On the rust-infested metal plaque that is screwed to the wall, it reads in black letters “Craven clinic - Forensic High Security”. A black shadow flits through the corridors. One animal. A monster, detached from its chains, it traces a red trail of bloody devastation behind it. He bends over the lifeless body lying on the floor. The nameplate reads “Reese Wilson - Security Guard. The madman takes the man's key and security card. Minutes later he's free. Like a predator looking for food. Starved. After years in captivity

"Hello mom! I'm home." Stacy Lu Jackson has arrived at her parents' house. Stacy's father is a successful lawyer and her mother takes care of her daughter's house and career. Stacy goes to her mother's kitchen. "Today I was really good at volleyball training. I think the trainer will line me up for the game on Saturday." Stacy smiles and takes some Evian water. "That's great darling." The 37 year old elegant woman puts her lunch on the table for Stacy. "Sit down darling." Stacy sighs, she knows that she can't eat undisturbed today. Ashlynn Jackson stands full of vigor behind her daughter who is already sitting at the table. "Stacy your beautiful ponytail is all messed up. You know that he always has to sit perfectly." Ashlynn's long red fingernails slowly pull her daughter's green hairband down the brown silk. The hand slides along the beautiful hair in a slow flowing movement. When the hair is loosened, she puts her left arm under the hair and lifts it up. The brown curtain of

Jenna Blumhagen is in high school, she is in the junior year and she is the school queen. Jenna is sitting in class. The teacher is talking about the seafarer Ferdinand Magellan, but Jenna‘ is paying attention to something else. Jenna holds a long blonde strand in her hands, she tries carefully with her nail clippers to snap off the ends of the soft locke. The beauty sits in the last row, so that she can indulge her occupation undisturbed without witnessing. The blonde locke belongs to Marsha Gold who is unlucky enough to sit behind Jenna. At 15, Marsha is one of the youngest in her class. She is very insecure due to the poverty of her parents. Marsha‘s hair hangs blond to the floor behind her chair. The knee-long splendid hair floss is her whole pride. Even if her often don't have the money to look after her hair, it is in good condition. Jenna keeps snapping in millimeters cut around the locke. A tiny pile of blonde hair can already be seen on her table. Jenna is 16 years old and she

This story is based on a true story. This is what happened in Germany a few years ago ... ... Dagmar Sanders is a single mother of an 11 year old daughter. She is 35 years old and is employed. Dagmar has a problem. In the evening she sits in front of her computer, she registers in an Internet forum to find a solution to her problem. Her nickname is "Mum008", she writes her question in the text line and she clicks on send. Her question is online. From: Mum008 Hello everybody, I have the problem that my daughter (11) is a bit careless about hair care. We both have very, very long hair and the morning routine turns out to be relatively time-consuming, it takes me around half an hour to comb and stick, and it's similar with my daughter. In the past I did this for her, but even so I lost about 1 hour in the morning. Since my commute to work is now a little longer in the morning, I asked her to do it for herself, but she doesn't do it or only does it very superficially and slowly,

At Villa Ragusa, Quincino Ragusa is sitting with his parents in his father's office.Your conversation is interrupted by a high-pitched scream. In the Ragusa‘s kitchen, Grace Armstrong stands petrified.She clings to the kitchen side table in panic.Grace alternately starts at the big sharp scissors in the slender hand of the rival and into her flashing green eyes.Grace ful red lips are open with a fearful expression.Does she want to cut my hair?This person!Please help!!! Anntonella looks coquettishly at Grace's wide eyes.She lets the scissors slam loudly.Grace winces."Rapunzel, what are you doing?You always have to do a show !?I just want to take a few small inches away you diva. " Anntonella floats slowly and elegantly over the marble floor. Her hand rests on the kitchen side table. Her long, dark red painted nails click on the table top. Tik! Ttk! Ttk! Tik! Anntonella is now standing in front of Grace. Her free left hand slides forward and clasps the thick blonde hair with her