You saw her drinking coffee this morning, soft skinned beauty with big doe eyes scanning the paper on her lap. At lunch time you catch a hint of her passing in her power suit and heels; even in that modest skirt and thighs you can spy ample taut leg and a high wonderful bottom. At night there she is at your over-crowded gym; in an tank top, sneakers, yoga pants and her long brown hair pulled back in a pony tail, she is fresh-faced, dressed-down gorgeous. Her errant strands of hair flipping down across her sweet soft neck, her firm breasts almost completely revealed through the thin material of her outfit.

Who is this lovely creature you are almost sure you see during your day, who feeds your waking thoughts, who infests your dreams with her style, movement and mystery? Could she possibly be real and is she, just possibly, not far from you right now?  

 
Can she be found?