Nice Girls Don't Read Romances

April, 1995

Permit me to introduce myself. My name has inexplicably become Cassandra.My thick black lashes frame eyes the color of the skies in springtime. My complexion is creamy white, and I have flushed cheeks, rosy lips, small white perfect teeth. My tiny waist can fit within a circle made by a pair of large, rugged, manly hands. I have glorious raven-black hair, which I wear piled on top of my head. My breasts are high, large and handsome. My legs are long, my feet dainty. Did I happen to mention that...