Edited Version
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Place: a Library in Boston
Duration: 30-45 minutes
I was trying hard to study for my exams in a public library . A pretty girl probably in her twenties came and sat in front of the table where I sat.
I could not stop looking at her and you may want to call it stalking.
She was wearing a tank top with spaghetti lace with straps of undergarment visible. She took out her cell phone from the pocket book and looked at it and kept it over the table, near the stack of books.
She took off her rubber band from the back of her head and bit it partially in the mouth and let loose her hair. She shook her head, got all her hair at the back and with both hands arranged the hair to a pony tail and wore the hair band. The cleavage was more pronounced.
She opened her books and flipped some pages.
She brought the end tails of her pony tail in between her nose and the margins of her upper lips as if she was enjoying the scent of her own hair or as if she was trying to make a psuedo-moustache. She carefully untangled some strains of her hair and I could see a large portion of sclera of her eyes as she was trying to get the view of her hair probably way up on her fore head. “There were no more tanglesâ€- I wanted to tell her.
She threw her hair back again.
She flipped through couple of pages of book and highlighted couple of lines with her fluorescent highlighter.
She scratched her head near the temple and with the palm of her hand, kind of patted her hair near the vortex of head. She took out a mirror probably 2 by 3 inches in dimension from her backpack and checked her image. I could almost feel the faint smile that spread through her pink lips. She checked her lips by pouting and looked like with some difficulty, checked her hair in the frontal area and tried to rearrange some strains of hair. They would not stay in the desired place so she took the rubber band off the pony tail and letting them spread over her back. Her hair must be so silky that it flowed like a water fall.
She ran her hand at the back and looked like she felt something open and pulled her tank top down. I could not see what she was exactly trying to cover.
She got some strains of hair on her hand and started playing and rolling as she kept glaring her eyes on the book she had. She rolled those few strains of her on her left index finger. Her hair must be real long because her index finger was barely visible. She let those strains of hair go and I could see them getting curled at the side of her oval face.
She kind of kept her head down and all the hair from both sides fell on the book. She turned the head on one side and with the help of her right hand, she managed to move all the hair from right side to dangle on the left side. With all her fingers close to scalp and with one smooth and continuous stroke, she ran those fingers from the roots of her thick, silky hair to the tips. She did the same thing again but that time some bunch and kept close to the nose as if she was enjoying the scent of her hair. She then threw all the hair on her back with both of her hands as if she was modeling for some shampoo.
She then adjusted the strap of her bra and tank top which nearly fell from her shoulders.
She straightened her head and looked towards me. I quickly took off my eyes from her to my books. But I think she caught me gazing at her. What ever!
She took out a kind of clip from her back pack and bite it in between her nice pearly white teeth and rolled the hair on the left hand, held it in position and with right hand secured the bun tightly with a chopstick like clip. Still some strands, probably not long enough to be incorporated in that bun, were hanging in front of the face and she neatly tugged them on her pinnae of ears. She checked the mirrors once again and smiled. Then, she took out a brush then a comb to comb her hair, in the front.
She checked her cell phone. Took a deep breadth and tried to make some note with her left hand on the hair at the temple area. I don't know why she took off the clip, which had kept all the hair off her neck and shoulder and prevented from collection of some heat. She looked better like that but she let the hair go. She shook the head and I could see the hair moving from side to side like a cascade. She bent her head on the side and let all hair fall. She kept running the fingers from the root to the tip of hair as if her fingers were big afro type combs. Got a bunch of them and looked at them, slid them in between the index and the middle finger repeatedly before she threw them at the back. Then she ran her hand at the back and fixed something.
Suddenly, the phone vibrated and I could clearly see a wide smile on her face_ almost like Virgin Atlantics ad of Boston to London. She quickly took out her brush and mirror again. She combed her hair on the sides first, bending her head and letting the hair flow freely on the side. Then the back and finally the front area. With her hands, she threw her hair back and shrugged her head couple of times.
Quickly, she packed her books and the accessories and as she turned her back, I saw a nice tatoo of a pattern, showing over her low rise pants.
