Helen blew a bubble from her mouth as she gazed at Tammy. They had begun to walk home as casualy as ever.
"You really like your new toy, don't you Tammy?" he asked, her eyebrow raised. Tammy looked up, her nimble fingers pausing upon Meghans folded body,
"Yeah, I've made a boat, a little man, a crane, a crocidile... and this plane!" With a playful smile, Tammy slipped her perfect fingrs over the paper girl plane, before tossing it into the wind.

Meg sobbed as she sored out of control towards th eager, playfull hands of Tammy. Yet the wind wasn't on Tammys side.
"Hey! Almost... got her... " Meg sighed, unsure how this flight would end. her oddly placed eyes saw a small opening in a window that she gentily drifted through, wth cursewrds trailing behind her.

A cute blonde girl yawned as she wandered forward, rubbeng her eyes like a cute goddess. She brushed her hands over her top before walking behind her desk and spinning a seat around, not noticing the paper plane girl lieing on the chair because of the ringing phone.
"Hello, reception, how may I help you?" She answered politely as she sat down.

Poor Meghan was smushed against the constantly shifting rear of this young receptionest, the nee high, formal, cream coloured skirt rubbing over her. She herd the receptionest sigh as the phone clicked down. As the girl lent forward to rest her face on her hand, Meg noted tht the woman that ginded her into th seat as probably only 20. An age where bordom doest go well, for her or the person beneath her. Meghan groaned as the woman slowly rocked in her swivle chair, allowing Meg to see up her bck for a second, before getting steamroled under again.

"Hi... did you see a paper plane come through here?" Hanna asked as the receptionest adjusted her skirt.
"No sorry..." She told them, like she cared. Her bum seemed to vibrat slightly with each word