by D.A.Sanford
I saw her just staring at me intensely. She is more than a dream. Platinum blond hair that is wild but in an intentional way. A face to die for and a taste for red. Even her contacts are red. She does not have that air of being a lady of the night but has the air of one that exists in the dark. She has someone special she is looking for. She is looking at me with a look that, if I crossed over to her, time itself would stop. This is a tale of hiw we meet and the adventures we go on to change a...