Cassandra brushed her long, luxurious cornflake coloured hair. She stared back at her reflection in the mirror. She was pretty she decided. Not beautiful- she knew that. Well the saying did go that beauty was in the eye of the beholder! Who could be classified as beautiful? If you went by the glossy magazines, beautiful women were sprouting up like wild mushrooms with each turn of the page, each one more beautiful than the next. How many times were these photographs air-brushed Cassandra wondered absently? Angelina Jolie, Elle Macpherson, Teri Hatcher, Paris Hilton and other celebrities had experts to make them look gorgeous, bringing out their best features. Were they beautiful?  Her hair she knew was her crowning glory. It fell down to her back like a shimmering, heavy, golden curtain; natural curls framing her oval face. Perhaps her eyes were a little too wide apart but then the green flecks in the honey colour would blaze when she was upset or twinkle like glittering emeralds when she was content. Her lips, yes her full gorgeous lips could be compared to those of Angelina Jolie. Kyle loved kissing them. He would run his thumb on her lower lip, teasingly. Then, in typical Kyle-way he would lower his lips onto her mouth, kissing her with such passion and abandon that he could take her breath away. Goosebumps prickled Cassandra’s slender arms. Just the thought of Kyle made her grasp. She inhaled sharply, rubbing away the goose bumps with her hands. She could feel the fine hairs at the back of her neck stand upright. Gingerly Cassandra touched her pink lips imagining Kyle ravishing her mouth.

            “There you are. I’ve been looking for you; I’d thought that you would be out in the garden.” Cathy smiled at her younger sister. She lived only two minutes away and often popped in an out. “Why you’re blushing little Sis. Come on out with it what naughty thoughts were you having?”

            Cassandra’ slim hands flew to her face. “I’m not blushing.”

            “You’re face is suffused with colour sis. Surely you’re not going to tell me that you are running a fever.” Cathy laughed out loud. She wagged a chubby finger at Cassandra. “Dirty thoughts are good, no need to deny them!”