And the mirror
About 15 years ago, I met her and her husband (and hubby’s bodyguard) on an Amtrak to NYC. We small-talked for a few sentences, and she was pleasant, he would not look at me. Her face is terribly pock-marked; I felt sorry for her (for a moment). But, she did have a tight little bod back then, and great legs. I report, you decide.
Ha! Good one :)