Cynthia Morris was on her lunch break, across the street from her office in a small park perched on her sweater under an old oak tree reading the latest book by her favorite arther.  Cyn loved being outside and looked forward to lunch everyday when she could be outside for an hour.  Those who passed by on the walkway saw a young lady with her red curly hair pulled up in a tight bun, a few curls had escaped and were trailing along her cheeks and neck.  Her bright green eyes were hidden behind black rimmed glasses that kept sliding down her noise as she read.  Her full bottom lip was captured between small white teeth as her book got interesting.   She was on the short side, only five feet tall, with small hands and feet.  One of her closely guarded secrets was that she bought her shoes in the kids department.  Her figure was nicely rounded in all the right places, but she hid it all under sever suits for work.  With 15 minutes left on her break, Cyn closed her eyes and to take a short nap before heading back inside for the rest of the day.