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Tuesday, October 18, 2016
10:05 AM I am enjoying the sauna. I will have to thank this director who hated me for allowing me to give myself these three days that I would have had to spend with the film crew. It's so nice and relaxing, that I do not want to work again but unfortunately, if I do not work, I will have to go to school. Work or go to school, even if you make a choice, it is quick and it is working. This morning, the newspaper talks about my misadventure with this director, but what surprises me the most is that no newspapers comment on the fact that I got lost in the woods. Good in a way because it is not very glorious for me. It seems that the interview I gave quickly yesterday made a lot of waves especially in the United States. Not too much for the story of this shoot but because the model agency that prevents me from working in the West is precisely American but has also agencies in Europe. The advertisement for the agency that my mother did not hesitate to name. She has also confessed that not to go to trial, this agency had proposed a conciliation for more than 7 million dollars. The first fallout today is not very good and as this kind of practice does not please much, the media are already starting to publish pretty with catchy titles. I will not like to be in their place but I certainly will not complain them. Still, this is not a new case, because before working with Terry, it was already underway but it was a long time to collect enough evidence to be sure to make them fall according to my mother. I do not know anything about it, so if she says it, it must be true. It does not matter at the moment the lawsuit is not started and I'm not in the United States, but I'm caressing Jenna in this big sauna. I play with her small nipples on which I gently pull while she leaning against me. I would like to have as big breasts as she, but if that were the case, I could not do the modeling job. What a pity, because taking this kind of beautiful breasts with full hand is so nice. I plunge a hand under the water and caress the vagina of Jenna who from the beginning moan in a low voice. While playing with her pretty body, a woman enters the sauna but stops when she sees what we are doing. Shit, if she's going to complain, I'm screwed. I stop what I do, wrap my napkin, throw hers to Jenna and take her by the hand and we go out quickly.
10:35 In the lobby of a hotel not far from here, Terry reserves new rooms. Yes, we left the previous hotel because by my fault. He is very angry right now because when I arrived in the small living room on the ground floor where he is still working to tell him that we had to leave immediately, he was discussing a photo shoot with a English magazine. The revelation of this affair is already beginning to open us to new work, but it was urgent, more than that call. I enter the new bedroom that will be mine until tomorrow but did not close the door. I see Terry come in, pulling Jenna by the wrist and swinging her on the bed next to me.
He is sick this guy. "You'll calm down. You do not have to hurt Jenna to relieve your anger."
His gaze is not pleasant at this moment. "Listen to me both well. I do not care if you have a relationship. What you do in your room is private but I forbid you to get noticed."
Calm down already. "Yes we made a mistake but do not brutalize Jenna. Do you think that hurting her would improve something?"
Well he seems to relax a bit. "Lisa, you risk spoiling everything if the media find out that you love women, do you understand?"
I nod. "I love men too, but yes, I know you're right. I forbid you to hurt the girl I love. I can also ruin everything if I get angry."
He left without apologizing? What a brute this guy. I take my kitten in my arms and squeeze it gently until it stops crying. What a shit to constantly have to hide, have bodyguards behind you, wear glasses and lock yourself in big hotels where security is better to ensure a little peace. what is this sensation? I want a rib of beef, me. Yes, a rib of beef with chips. "Jenna my love, go put on your coat, we'll take the mastiffs and we'll find a rib of beef to eat."
14:00 The fashion designer, Ryan Pavie I wanted to see is a little known in the capital. When I called him yesterday at the beginning of the afternoon, he told me that he was organizing a fashion show today and invited me there with Terry and Jenna. We have just arrived and I smile when I realize that this is the first time I will not be on the catwak but in the public to watch the models. It is now a sort of warm-up for its real fashion show that will take place on Saturday in a fairly famous hotel but there are already many people in this room. I recognize actors that I saw on television when I was at the High School in Paris. Their names, on the other hand, do not come back to me at all except one, but since we do not know each other, I do not see why I will go to greet him. Ryan Pavis the fashion designer, who gives me all my clothes or almost since I lived here, enters and makes a short presentation speech, then thank us all for our presence. Then comes the turn of the fashion show. The girls are beautiful, walk well, their rhythm is goob as their expressions but many are slightly too small to become real professionals. This size story is really an impassable barrier for many. I am still the smallest of Isabel Marant models, I'm 5.84 feet or 1 meter78 for some countries and yet, when I find myself in front of some men, I feel that they are embarrassed because I'm tall than them. Some of the girls even if they are not very numerous, exceed 6.1 feet or more than 1 meter 85. Many men must complex in front of them. I hope to never become so big, but I'm afraid because this year I grew up too fast. Watching all these beautiful girls must be a wonderful show for men. I think, when they attend this kind of show and look at women with this kind of clothes, are they really interested in dresses or jackets? Of course not, they are perverteds who matt asses. Personally, it does not bother me, because I like that one looks at me, that one finds me pretty and that one desires me. I think I must be made for this job, if not how to deal with so many looks? You have to be perverted to expose yourself like this. Am I a perverted girl? The answer is of course yes. I am hungry for sex, love men and women and am totally unfaithful. I will be able to jump on the first one if he / she ever excites me without really asking me questions or feeling guilty. I am a big bitch. As I think of all these things without much importance, Jenna shakes me. Damn, I missed the whole fashion show. But what a ball I am!
4:00 pm For almost 1h30, Ryan Pavie, his models, and members of the public chatted while having a drink. Terry joined the party while I was watching all the clothes on the hangers. I have spoken with many of the girls who work for him and they are very different from my (colleagues.) They are very natural, friendly, funny and full of life. They told me while we were chatting, they having fun while working and they often going out together to a disco or restaurant. I envie them to have such a relationship with each other, but I must not lie to myself either. Will I accept to work for 2000 or 3000 € by me? Of course not, the question does not even arise. I think the difference has to be there. When a fashion designer becomes a real professional, his team becomes a business and goodbye to the small family relationship. Hello to the superior relationship and the competitiveness between the employees, that's all. Now the choice of how to live one's life belongs to everyone.
Finally he finishes with his crap. "Hello Miss Hanckok, I see you're wearing one of my coats. I also thank you for quoting my name in Vogue."
I'm laughing. "Call me Lisa, please. After all that you have given me, it would be a bit dishonest on my part if I did not mention your name. I came to offer you something."
"Please, tell me."
I smile. "Aside from modeling, I do not have a lot of talent, so paying off for all these great clothes will be difficult for me. But as I say, I can play the model. Do you want me to pose for you for a photo shoot."
Oh, do not make that head there. "Lisa, I know your rate. you take more money than an out-of-class model. If I can pay a professional model 400 € the photo shoot, it does not even for you who take more than 10 000 € for a classic photo shoot of one or two hours and I do not even talk about advertising campaigns that .. . "
I take so much? I'll have to ask Terry for my rates. No matter, the problem is not there. He did not understand anything. "Please calm down. I propose a free photo shoot of course. I will not have the audacity to ask you for money. So, what do you think? As I told you, it's the only thing I can offer to thank you."
The head is better this time, but it looks like he does not believe me. "Are you serious Lisa?"
"Of course, arrange with Terry and we do it when our dates coincide."
His eyes light up. He seems to have found enlightenment. "Lisa, do not leave here, I have to call someone and I'll be back."
4:35 p.m.
camera: ok
make-up artist ok
hairdresser ok
He is too strong. He got permission to shoot in the Luxembourg Garden. One of his friends brought a truck for makeup and everything was ready or almost ready. I wear a long black skirt with lily prints, topped with a silk blouse with square collar with puff sleeves and scalloped back. At my feet sandals very elegant leather sandals with pleated knot and flange lengthening my figure. I asked myself a question and could not help but ask him. Why summer clothes in this season? His reply; You will be my big poster summer. OK if you want. As I said everything is ok or almost because there are two problems. It's cold and walkers and tourists have all gathered to watch. My dogs are doing their job very well, so for now, there is not too much overflow.
"We're going start Lisa. Spread a little legs but arrange to bring your feet slightly inwards. Yes like this. Drop your left shoulder as if it weighs too much. Also let your left arm hang. Imagine she's limp and you can not move her. That's good. Slightly lean your head to the left again, again, again, stop. Now put your right hand in your hair, just behind your right ear, bending your elbow. Arrange for your ear to be visible and roll up your hair around your index finger a little. Lift your elbow, still, stop. Bring your right foot back very slightly and pout as if you were sulking. Bring your right foot back in, please Lisa. You sulk very well. Perfect, do not move anymore."
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Tuesday, October 18, 2016
10:05 AM I am enjoying the sauna. I will have to thank this director who hated me for allowing me to give myself these three days that I would have had to spend with the film crew. It's so nice and relaxing, that I do not want to work again but unfortunately, if I do not work, I will have to go to school. Work or go to school, even if you make a choice, it is quick and it is working. This morning, the newspaper talks about my misadventure with this director, but what surprises me the most is that no newspapers comment on the fact that I got lost in the woods. Good in a way because it is not very glorious for me. It seems that the interview I gave quickly yesterday made a lot of waves especially in the United States. Not too much for the story of this shoot but because the model agency that prevents me from working in the West is precisely American but has also agencies in Europe. The advertisement for the agency that my mother did not hesitate to name. She has also confessed that not to go to trial, this agency had proposed a conciliation for more than 7 million dollars. The first fallout today is not very good and as this kind of practice does not please much, the media are already starting to publish pretty with catchy titles. I will not like to be in their place but I certainly will not complain them. Still, this is not a new case, because before working with Terry, it was already underway but it was a long time to collect enough evidence to be sure to make them fall according to my mother. I do not know anything about it, so if she says it, it must be true. It does not matter at the moment the lawsuit is not started and I'm not in the United States, but I'm caressing Jenna in this big sauna. I play with her small nipples on which I gently pull while she leaning against me. I would like to have as big breasts as she, but if that were the case, I could not do the modeling job. What a pity, because taking this kind of beautiful breasts with full hand is so nice. I plunge a hand under the water and caress the vagina of Jenna who from the beginning moan in a low voice. While playing with her pretty body, a woman enters the sauna but stops when she sees what we are doing. Shit, if she's going to complain, I'm screwed. I stop what I do, wrap my napkin, throw hers to Jenna and take her by the hand and we go out quickly.
10:35 In the lobby of a hotel not far from here, Terry reserves new rooms. Yes, we left the previous hotel because by my fault. He is very angry right now because when I arrived in the small living room on the ground floor where he is still working to tell him that we had to leave immediately, he was discussing a photo shoot with a English magazine. The revelation of this affair is already beginning to open us to new work, but it was urgent, more than that call. I enter the new bedroom that will be mine until tomorrow but did not close the door. I see Terry come in, pulling Jenna by the wrist and swinging her on the bed next to me.
He is sick this guy. "You'll calm down. You do not have to hurt Jenna to relieve your anger."
His gaze is not pleasant at this moment. "Listen to me both well. I do not care if you have a relationship. What you do in your room is private but I forbid you to get noticed."
Calm down already. "Yes we made a mistake but do not brutalize Jenna. Do you think that hurting her would improve something?"
Well he seems to relax a bit. "Lisa, you risk spoiling everything if the media find out that you love women, do you understand?"
I nod. "I love men too, but yes, I know you're right. I forbid you to hurt the girl I love. I can also ruin everything if I get angry."
He left without apologizing? What a brute this guy. I take my kitten in my arms and squeeze it gently until it stops crying. What a shit to constantly have to hide, have bodyguards behind you, wear glasses and lock yourself in big hotels where security is better to ensure a little peace. what is this sensation? I want a rib of beef, me. Yes, a rib of beef with chips. "Jenna my love, go put on your coat, we'll take the mastiffs and we'll find a rib of beef to eat."
14:00 The fashion designer, Ryan Pavie I wanted to see is a little known in the capital. When I called him yesterday at the beginning of the afternoon, he told me that he was organizing a fashion show today and invited me there with Terry and Jenna. We have just arrived and I smile when I realize that this is the first time I will not be on the catwak but in the public to watch the models. It is now a sort of warm-up for its real fashion show that will take place on Saturday in a fairly famous hotel but there are already many people in this room. I recognize actors that I saw on television when I was at the High School in Paris. Their names, on the other hand, do not come back to me at all except one, but since we do not know each other, I do not see why I will go to greet him. Ryan Pavis the fashion designer, who gives me all my clothes or almost since I lived here, enters and makes a short presentation speech, then thank us all for our presence. Then comes the turn of the fashion show. The girls are beautiful, walk well, their rhythm is goob as their expressions but many are slightly too small to become real professionals. This size story is really an impassable barrier for many. I am still the smallest of Isabel Marant models, I'm 5.84 feet or 1 meter78 for some countries and yet, when I find myself in front of some men, I feel that they are embarrassed because I'm tall than them. Some of the girls even if they are not very numerous, exceed 6.1 feet or more than 1 meter 85. Many men must complex in front of them. I hope to never become so big, but I'm afraid because this year I grew up too fast. Watching all these beautiful girls must be a wonderful show for men. I think, when they attend this kind of show and look at women with this kind of clothes, are they really interested in dresses or jackets? Of course not, they are perverteds who matt asses. Personally, it does not bother me, because I like that one looks at me, that one finds me pretty and that one desires me. I think I must be made for this job, if not how to deal with so many looks? You have to be perverted to expose yourself like this. Am I a perverted girl? The answer is of course yes. I am hungry for sex, love men and women and am totally unfaithful. I will be able to jump on the first one if he / she ever excites me without really asking me questions or feeling guilty. I am a big bitch. As I think of all these things without much importance, Jenna shakes me. Damn, I missed the whole fashion show. But what a ball I am!
4:00 pm For almost 1h30, Ryan Pavie, his models, and members of the public chatted while having a drink. Terry joined the party while I was watching all the clothes on the hangers. I have spoken with many of the girls who work for him and they are very different from my (colleagues.) They are very natural, friendly, funny and full of life. They told me while we were chatting, they having fun while working and they often going out together to a disco or restaurant. I envie them to have such a relationship with each other, but I must not lie to myself either. Will I accept to work for 2000 or 3000 € by me? Of course not, the question does not even arise. I think the difference has to be there. When a fashion designer becomes a real professional, his team becomes a business and goodbye to the small family relationship. Hello to the superior relationship and the competitiveness between the employees, that's all. Now the choice of how to live one's life belongs to everyone.
Finally he finishes with his crap. "Hello Miss Hanckok, I see you're wearing one of my coats. I also thank you for quoting my name in Vogue."
I'm laughing. "Call me Lisa, please. After all that you have given me, it would be a bit dishonest on my part if I did not mention your name. I came to offer you something."
"Please, tell me."
I smile. "Aside from modeling, I do not have a lot of talent, so paying off for all these great clothes will be difficult for me. But as I say, I can play the model. Do you want me to pose for you for a photo shoot."
Oh, do not make that head there. "Lisa, I know your rate. you take more money than an out-of-class model. If I can pay a professional model 400 € the photo shoot, it does not even for you who take more than 10 000 € for a classic photo shoot of one or two hours and I do not even talk about advertising campaigns that .. . "
I take so much? I'll have to ask Terry for my rates. No matter, the problem is not there. He did not understand anything. "Please calm down. I propose a free photo shoot of course. I will not have the audacity to ask you for money. So, what do you think? As I told you, it's the only thing I can offer to thank you."
The head is better this time, but it looks like he does not believe me. "Are you serious Lisa?"
"Of course, arrange with Terry and we do it when our dates coincide."
His eyes light up. He seems to have found enlightenment. "Lisa, do not leave here, I have to call someone and I'll be back."
4:35 p.m.
camera: ok
make-up artist ok
hairdresser ok
He is too strong. He got permission to shoot in the Luxembourg Garden. One of his friends brought a truck for makeup and everything was ready or almost ready. I wear a long black skirt with lily prints, topped with a silk blouse with square collar with puff sleeves and scalloped back. At my feet sandals very elegant leather sandals with pleated knot and flange lengthening my figure. I asked myself a question and could not help but ask him. Why summer clothes in this season? His reply; You will be my big poster summer. OK if you want. As I said everything is ok or almost because there are two problems. It's cold and walkers and tourists have all gathered to watch. My dogs are doing their job very well, so for now, there is not too much overflow.
"We're going start Lisa. Spread a little legs but arrange to bring your feet slightly inwards. Yes like this. Drop your left shoulder as if it weighs too much. Also let your left arm hang. Imagine she's limp and you can not move her. That's good. Slightly lean your head to the left again, again, again, stop. Now put your right hand in your hair, just behind your right ear, bending your elbow. Arrange for your ear to be visible and roll up your hair around your index finger a little. Lift your elbow, still, stop. Bring your right foot back very slightly and pout as if you were sulking. Bring your right foot back in, please Lisa. You sulk very well. Perfect, do not move anymore."
Tuesday, October 18, 201610:05 AM I am enjoying the sauna. I will have to thank this director who hated me for allowing me to give myself these three days that I would have had to spend with the film crew. It's so nice and relaxing, that I do not want to work again but unfortunately, if I do not work, I will have to go to school. Work or go to school, even if you make a choice, it is quick and it is working. This morning, the newspaper talks about my misadventure with this director, but what surprises me the most is that no newspapers comment on the fact that I got lost in the woods. Good in a way because it is not very glorious for me. It seems that the interview I gave quickly yesterday made a lot of waves especially in the United States. Not too much for the story of this shoot but because the model agency that prevents me from working in the West is precisely American but has also agencies in Europe. The advertisement for the agency that my mother did not hesitate to name. She has also confessed that not to go to trial, this agency had proposed a conciliation for more than 7 million dollars. The first fallout today is not very good and as this kind of practice does not please much, the media are already starting to publish pretty with catchy titles. I will not like to be in their place but I certainly will not complain them. Still, this is not a new case, because before working with Terry, it was already underway but it was a long time to collect enough evidence to be sure to make them fall according to my mother. I do not know anything about it, so if she says it, it must be true. It does not matter at the moment the lawsuit is not started and I'm not in the United States, but I'm caressing Jenna in this big sauna. I play with her small nipples on which I gently pull while she leaning against me. I would like to have as big breasts as she, but if that were the case, I could not do the modeling job. What a pity, because taking this kind of beautiful breasts with full hand is so nice. I plunge a hand under the water and caress the vagina of Jenna who from the beginning moan in a low voice. While playing with her pretty body, a woman enters the sauna but stops when she sees what we are doing. Shit, if she's going to complain, I'm screwed. I stop what I do, wrap my napkin, throw hers to Jenna and take her by the hand and we go out quickly.10:35 In the lobby of a hotel not far from here, Terry reserves new rooms. Yes, we left the previous hotel because by my fault. He is very angry right now because when I arrived in the small living room on the ground floor where he is still working to tell him that we had to leave immediately, he was discussing a photo shoot with a English magazine. The revelation of this affair is already beginning to open us to new work, but it was urgent, more than that call. I enter the new bedroom that will be mine until tomorrow but did not close the door. I see Terry come in, pulling Jenna by the wrist and swinging her on the bed next to me.He is sick this guy. "You'll calm down. You do not have to hurt Jenna to relieve your anger."His gaze is not pleasant at this moment. "Listen to me both well. I do not care if you have a relationship. What you do in your room is private but I forbid you to get noticed."Calm down already. "Yes we made a mistake but do not brutalize Jenna. Do you think that hurting her would improve something?"Well he seems to relax a bit. "Lisa, you risk spoiling everything if the media find out that you love women, do you understand?"I nod. "I love men too, but yes, I know you're right. I forbid you to hurt the girl I love. I can also ruin everything if I get angry."He left without apologizing? What a brute this guy. I take my kitten in my arms and squeeze it gently until it stops crying. What a shit to constantly have to hide, have bodyguards behind you, wear glasses and lock yourself in big hotels where security is better to ensure a little peace. what is this sensation? I want a rib of beef, me. Yes, a rib of beef with chips. "Jenna my love, go put on your coat, we'll take the mastiffs and we'll find a rib of beef to eat."14:00 The fashion designer, Ryan Pavie I wanted to see is a little known in the capital. When I called him yesterday at the beginning of the afternoon, he told me that he was organizing a fashion show today and invited me there with Terry and Jenna. We have just arrived and I smile when I realize that this is the first time I will not be on the catwak but in the public to watch the models. It is now a sort of warm-up for its real fashion show that will take place on Saturday in a fairly famous hotel but there are already many people in this room. I recognize actors that I saw on television when I was at the High School in Paris. Their names, on the other hand, do not come back to me at all except one, but since we do not know each other, I do not see why I will go to greet him. Ryan Pavis the fashion designer, who gives me all my clothes or almost since I lived here, enters and makes a short presentation speech, then thank us all for our presence. Then comes the turn of the fashion show. The girls are beautiful, walk well, their rhythm is goob as their expressions but many are slightly too small to become real professionals. This size story is really an impassable barrier for many. I am still the smallest of Isabel Marant models, I'm 5.84 feet or 1 meter78 for some countries and yet, when I find myself in front of some men, I feel that they are embarrassed because I'm tall than them. Some of the girls even if they are not very numerous, exceed 6.1 feet or more than 1 meter 85. Many men must complex in front of them. I hope to never become so big, but I'm afraid because this year I grew up too fast. Watching all these beautiful girls must be a wonderful show for men. I think, when they attend this kind of show and look at women with this kind of clothes, are they really interested in dresses or jackets? Of course not, they are perverteds who matt asses. Personally, it does not bother me, because I like that one looks at me, that one finds me pretty and that one desires me. I think I must be made for this job, if not how to deal with so many looks? You have to be perverted to expose yourself like this. Am I a perverted girl? The answer is of course yes. I am hungry for sex, love men and women and am totally unfaithful. I will be able to jump on the first one if he / she ever excites me without really asking me questions or feeling guilty. I am a big bitch. As I think of all these things without much importance, Jenna shakes me. Damn, I missed the whole fashion show. But what a ball I am!4:00 pm For almost 1h30, Ryan Pavie, his models, and members of the public chatted while having a drink. Terry joined the party while I was watching all the clothes on the hangers. I have spoken with many of the girls who work for him and they are very different from my colleagues. They are very natural, friendly, funny and full of life. They told me while we were chatting, they having fun while working and they often going out together to a disco or restaurant. I envie them to have such a relationship with each other, but I must not lie to myself either. Will I accept to work for 2000 or 3000 by me? Of course not, the question does not even arise. I think the difference has to be there. When a fashion designer becomes a real professional, his team becomes a business and goodbye to the small family relationship. Hello to the superior relationship and the competitiveness between the employees, that's all. Now the choice of how to live one's life belongs to everyone.Finally he finishes with his crap. "Hello Miss Hanckok, I see you're wearing one of my coats. I also thank you for quoting my name in Vogue."I'm laughing. "Call me Lisa, please. After all that you have given me, it would be a bit dishonest on my part if I did not mention your name. I came to offer you something.""Please, tell me."I smile. "Aside from modeling, I do not have a lot of talent, so paying off for all these great clothes will be difficult for me. But as I say, I can play the model. Do you want me to pose for you for a photo shoot."Oh, do not make that head there. "Lisa, I know your rate. you take more money than an out-of-class model. If I can pay a professional model 400 the photo shoot, it does not even for you who take more than 10 000 for a classic photo shoot of one or two hours and I do not even talk about advertising campaigns that .. . "I take so much? I'll have to ask Terry for my rates. No matter, the problem is not there. He did not understand anything. "Please calm down. I propose a free photo shoot of course. I will not have the audacity to ask you for money. So, what do you think? As I told you, it's the only thing I can offer to thank you."The head is better this time, but it looks like he does not believe me. "Are you serious Lisa?""Of course, arrange with Terry and we do it when our dates coincide."His eyes light up. He seems to have found enlightenment. "Lisa, do not leave here, I have to call someone and I'll be back."4:35 p.m.camera: okmake-up artist okhairdresser okHe is too strong. He got permission to shoot in the Luxembourg Garden. One of his friends brought a truck for makeup and everything was ready or almost ready. I wear a long black skirt with lily prints, topped with a silk blouse with square collar with puff sleeves and scalloped back. At my feet sandals very elegant leather sandals with pleated knot and flange lengthening my figure. I asked myself a question and could not help but ask him. Why summer clothes in this season? His reply; You will be my big poster summer. OK if you want. As I said everything is ok or almost because there are two problems. It's cold and walkers and tourists have all gathered to watch. My dogs are doing their job very well, so for now, there is not too much overflow."We're going start Lisa. Spread a little legs but arrange to bring your feet slightly inwards. Yes like this. Drop your left shoulder as if it weighs too much. Also let your left arm hang. Imagine she's limp and you can not move her. That's good. Slightly lean your head to the left again, again, again, stop. Now put your right hand in your hair, just behind your right ear, bending your elbow. Arrange for your ear to be visible and roll up your hair around your index finger a little. Lift your elbow, still, stop. Bring your right foot back very slightly and pout as if you were sulking. Bring your right foot back in, please Lisa. You sulk very well. Perfect, do not move anymore."
