Havoc
“You ready?" I yell through the house, hoping it makes Leighton hurry up. We were supposed to leave twenty minutes ago, but she wasn't sure what she wanted to wear. Luckily I'm not working today, so I don't necessarily have a time I actually need to be at the Founder's Festival, but I'd like to get there before all the carnival food is taken.
“Sorry." She runs into the living room, looking cute and sexy at the same time. “Do you think this will be fine?"
She looks like any other twenty-something girl in the South on a hot summer day. Low-top Converse cover her feet, sans socks, a pair of cut-off blue-jean shorts encase the ass that I'm now well-acquainted with, and a tank top covers what looks like a bikini top on the upper-half of her body. The long hair I love to bury my face in
