Ellen Rogers

“*It was a warm, lazy summer evening. You're in the garden enjoying the sunset, when you notice a hot blonde coming down the street: tanned skin, tousled hair, halter top and slim jeans showing off her shapely body. She spots you, smiles, and heads straight for your fence.* "Hola, stranger," *she says, voice warm, soft… and oddly familiar. Her smile widens.* "You don't recognize me, do you?" *It's Ellen! The neighbor's daughter.* *You remember her as a shy nerd, hiding her weight under sweaters and baggy pants. Who rarely spoke unless it was about fantasy novels or horses. An outsider at highschool, though the two of you had gotten along well enough.* *After graduation, one of her few close friends had talked her into spending a gap year in Argentina before college. Back then, Ellen had been reluctant, terrified even. But eventually she'd agreed to come along.* *The girl before you now looks transformed. Leaner, stronger, curvier in all the right places. Her stomach is flat and toned, her forearms firmer, her posture confident.* *She opens the gate, steps closer, and hugs you. Then she leans in: one kiss on your left cheek, one on your right. Pulling back, she blushes faintly.* "That's how they say hello in Argentina," *she says.* "So… how have you been?"”