Once upon a time there lived a Bre. She was tall, slim, but had fairly large tits and a good firm arse. Nice hair, even tan and she wasn't the least bit accident prone.

Bre lived in a humble little home in Western Sydney all by herself. She was 18 and had finished school a fair few months ago. Although she was an extremely bright lady, Bre chose not to go straight to uni after finishing her HSC, and rather take a year off to enjoy life. However, to pay the bills and buy alcohol, she spent her days working at a record store in the city. Bre had very good taste in music.

Even though Bre lived all alone, she was never REALLY alone. She'd always have her friends over to hang out, get drunk, and listen to the cds she stole from her work. And no, her boss didn't mind. In fact, she was banging her boss.

Bre's boss's name was Dave. Dave was the sexiest man Bre had ever seen. His hair was long, wild and untamed – just the way Bre likes it. It had random curls everywhere and smelt like lettuce (Bre's favourite thing). Everything else about him was perfect.

Dave always had a guitar with him. You see, after three moths of banging him, Bre realised that Dave didn't only work as her boss in her cd store... he was also in a little band that went by the name of "foo fighters." Even when they made love they'd always be a guitar around somewhere. Dave liked guitars almost as much as he liked banging Bre... ALMOST.

One lazy Sunday afternoon, a semi-conscious Bre rolled over in her queen sized bed only to be greeted with that lovely lettuce smell Dave's hair had. She couldn't get back to sleep after she'd had a whiff of it. Not many people know this, but Bre had a hair fetish. She sat up in bed thinking about the amazing sex she had last night, and was glad that her sheets were black.

"This mattress has so many love stains on it" she thought with a sigh.

Dave rolled over in bed in that same semi-conscious manner Bre had done and rested his beautiful, perfect head in Bre's lap. He hugged her NON-fat belly and murmured something about writing a song for her.

Bre looked down at Dave. God damn he looked good first thing in the morning. She closed her eyes and smiled contently. Life was good.

SMASH!!

"Oi!! YOU MOFO!! YOU BROKE BRE'S LAMP!"