Review by SBPROWLER, October, 2008
I had just discovered CL's ERS section when I first spotted Lisa (then calling herself Grace) a few months ago. There was something just not quite right about the photos in her ads, but over time as I continued to see her posts on CL... over and over... and over... I could tell by her writing style that this was an intelligent woman, and I became more and more intrigued by her. True, she was definitely my preferred body type (petite) and I considered that she could role-play a teen/teacher (or, daddy/daughter?) scenario, in spite of the fact that I am guessing that she is quite a bit older than the 18-year-old that Grace professed to be. I'd put her at 26, minimum. With this in mind, I was ready to give Grace a call. But then... she disappeared from the Gold Coast scene. Imagine my surprise, then, after a few months she's returned, now as 20-year-old Lisa! I was determined this time, and gave her a call and set something up for when I got off work at the end of the day. Then something came up to change those plans, and I called to apologize. It was the noon hour, and my heart skipped a beat when she asked if I couldn't come over right now... yes!! She gave me her general location: I knew the area very well and knew exactly which motel she was using as her base so I drove right in and called for the room number. She said she likes to have her clients park up on at the corner gas station instead of on premises. Eager to please, I submitted to that and drove up the block and across the street to park. I know she was watching, because the moment the ingition was switcched off she was on the phone again giving me her 2nd-floor room number. Her motel has 3 separate wings, with a central parking lot. Unfortunately it's arranged in such a way that most of the second floor rooms have their back doors & balconies facing the lot but their front doors (and numbers) tucked away in hidden alcoves or alleys. Discrete, yes, but it makes it a bear to find your lovenest, too. Plus, the second-floor walkways are disjointed, so it's up one flight, back down, back up another flight... sigh. By now I'm sure I'm appearing quite the buffoon, wondering around in search of her room. I was about to call her again for assistance when she was on the phone with me, impatiently wondering where I was. She said for me to walk back to the parking lot; it was then that I saw her on her back balcony and got my bearings. Even still, I had to walk between sections of the motel and through a narrow dark passageway between the motel and the office building next door before I was knocking on her door. Most of her photos show her with some curls but I had seen a few where she was looking more businesswoman-like with totally straight hair... this was the version I saw when she answered the door, and I was immediately struck by just how attractive this lady is.
