Ding Dong
Ding DongCopyright 2005 www.forniphilia.infoChapter OneThe girl stood on the front porch. She was tall and lithe, unusually pretty, her lightly tanned face framed exquisitely by her long, dark hair. Her wavy locks, raven black and shining in the morning sun, cascaded halfway down her back. The girl was indeed pretty ? but her hair was startling beautiful, the kind of hair that drew admiring stares from men and envious glances from women. She was covered nearly head to toe in a...