She was beautiful.  I remember the first time I met her - she was walking down the boardwalk in King Cove and as we passed each other I stoped and stared as she walked by (which is not something I'm usually prone to - it's just that King Cove is a small town where you pretty much know everyone, and you don't generally expect to meet a lot of strangers - especially ones that looked like Shelly).  She actually stopped and chatted with me, and I found out she was not only one of the most beautiful women I'd ever seen, but one of the nicest.  She had quite an effect on King Cove.  A co-worker of mine complained that her husband had started combing his hair before leaving the house.  She said she knew exactly what his new-found interest in grooming stemmed from, and asked him if he seriously thought he had a shot.  He replied that it couldn't hurt to be ready, just in case.