The Schemes of Hannah Ravenholm
Jay Ravenholm was almost home. The burly, buff-looking man was driving down his snow-covered home street. He had a muscular frame with a thick, tanned neck and bushy, blonde eyebrows. His hair, short, but spiky was the same kind of bright blonde. He was, in short, a hulk of a man, which helped him greatly in his job as a bouncer for a high-end jewelry store downtown. His fancy, mandatory evening dress was itching to be taken off and replaced with something more casual. After a long day,...