| back Film Stars. I spot two young girls on a corner lawn. They are taking pictures of each other in front of a grouping of goofy Christmas trees. The girls are beautiful, lithe, fresh, seemingly perfect. Laughing, they bound off towards their parked car in slow motion, long, black hair comfortably riding their every movement, and their perfect asses filling tight, hip-hugging pants. The heart shapes of youth. They are completely out of place here. They’ve only stopped to get a nice laugh and a picture memory of this oddball moment on their way to fantasy lives in the movies. |