Anndi
Andrew Watkins held on tight as his sister, Sadie, whipped her black Ford Mustang into a parking space. Summer had just begun and the noonday sun was bright and high overhead. "I'm starving!" Sadie exclaimed. The redhead's paper white skin was iridescent bathed in the garish sun. Her brown eyes, rimmed with dark makeup, glinted in the light. A shade of deep crimson coated her lovely lips. The twenty year old's small features gave her a somewhat Slavic or Polish appearance. Her...