Why is my life so cliché and repetitive? Every day it's the same thing. I see Leilani and get turned on, and when I try hiding from her? Life laughs and hands us a situation where either I need her help or she needs mine, and it's always the same in every situation:
Some intimate shit that'll leave me on edge. As for today, I got the familiar help your wife close her dress zipper call thanks to the attendant assigned to Leilani when we came here.
A popular one she is, every other lady in the boutique wants her to serve them—even the cold Mrs Belmont called for her when she stepped inside the edifice. Realizing she couldn't say no to such an important customer, she sheepishly asked me to help Leilani change into her dress, and I couldn't bring myself to be on Mrs Belmont's bad side for future business purposes, so I agreed.
