In the daily pile of junk mail was a catalog for Woman Within, a clothes company catering to the non-anorexic ladies. This woman was on the cover and the inside cover. I know that most of the eye candy here features models just barely out of their teens at the most, but I don’t mind saying that I like the more grown up ones a bit better. They’re certainly more interesting to talk to, for sure.
No free caulk this time (arrgh, I HAVE to get that in the mail!! Sorry!), but if you can tell me who she is, I’d appreciate it.

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