Brandi Salazar

You look good, Clearwater. Been working out?' Danie teased. 'He does, doesn't he?'Janelle agreed. 'This will totally work.'James' eyes darted back and forth between the girls, his head spinning. 'Wait, what will work?

Virginia screamed, grabbing for the door handle and nearly throwing herself from the moving car. James swerved to the side of the road, slamming on the brakes before she killed herself trying to escape. As it was, she flung herself from the car, falling to her knees and scrambling to her feet. Then she ran. Took off like a bolt until she rounded the bend and disappeared from view. 'Way to go, slick,' AJ said snarkily, climbing into the front seat. 'You ran her off.

A small white rabbit with floppy ears and a twitching pink nose bounded out from the thick forest brush. Fingers twitching at his side, James stepped toward the small animal, a nervous giddiness creeping up inside of him.

Hey, aren__ you that girl from the web?_ the new one asked, bending to suck my earing between his teeth. I pulled my head away. __ou got the wrong girl.__r. Hawaii pulled back to take a better look at me. __o, I think you might be._ To my total bewilderment, he spun me around. __ey! What are you_?___ey, it is you!_ he yelled excitedly, drawing the attention of the crowd. __ey, everyone, it__ Cheeky Galore!

That guy with the silver hair, he__ your dad, right?_ Amber questioned, surveying the scene. __es,_ I said, reluctant to say anything but, considering what was happening, figured was the least of my worries. __oo la la. He__, like, totally diesel. Look at those arms._ She went on, admiring my dad to a sickening degree. __ll right, jailbait, back off. It__ practically incest.__he sucked air through her teeth. __ know,_ she said regretfully. __ut a girl can dream. And I have a feeling he__ going to be starring in a lot of them.

I furrowed my brows at him. What was so amazing about a stick? I could pick one up outside on the way to the car. __et me guess, you__e Harry Potter and this is the school of Hogwarts. If I say Lumos will it light up?

Terri had already gotten her panties into a bunch just from one little phone call, so he knew coming at her too much too fast would be more trouble than it was worth. He couldn__ exactly beat her into submission, not right away anyway. Although he did enjoy seeing her get all riled up. Nothing tugged at a man__ heartstrings like a pair of mascara smeared eyes. Randy from Spring Cleaning-- Coming Summer 2012

Hey!_ The male voice sliced through the noise. Terri ignored him, determined to get back to the bar for her next order. A harsh hand gripped her arm, jerking her back into a firm chest. __ asked your name._ Hot breath reeking of stale beer permeated her sinuses, making her stomach turn, as the tenor of his voice burrowed into her ear. Fear gripped her. Memories of the way Randy would grab her, and where it always ended, slammed into her, making her head spin. Shaking it off, Terri narrowed her eyes and whirled around, jabbing a red lacquered nail into his powder blue polo. __ack off,_ she warned, snatching her arm back. He advanced on her, his large frame towering over her. __ust wanna know your name, sweetheart,_ he said with a sleazy smile. __o need to get testy.___ou haven__ seen me testy._ As she turned her back on him and continued on her way, he called out to her. __et._ Terri--from Spring Cleaning--Coming Summer 2012

He had to get inside. It was essential that he know everything, the routes she took, her schedule, and the lay of the land. The silver moon glowed overhead, mocking him. Somewhere in the trees an owl hooted its laughter at his failure. Randy--from Spring Cleaning--Coming Summer 2012

Will that be all?_ I asked the pimply faced teen who ogled my exposed legs as if in heat. My pen tapped impatiently on the notepad while I waited for him to look up. Slowly his dull grey eyes roved over my body and a limp smile drew up his thin, crusted lips making him look more weasel than human. __ep. That__ be it,_ his cheerful, adolescent voice cracked.__reat,_ I mumbled, walking back behind the counter.

So, Mr. Mandrake, what is it you plan to do with me this evening?_ I asked haughtily. __ presume,_ he said, playing along, __hat I will start with feeding you proper and then proceed with more_pestiferous acts.__ smiled through the confusion. I__ have to look up that word later.

Sitting down on the stairs, Cheyenne watched Behr through the slats in the railing. She liked what she saw. Covered in a fine sheen of perspiration, muscles swollen from what was clearly a grueling workout, Behr__ toned physique was a serious distraction from her worries, making her content to just sit and watch. Each thump of his fist into the bag resonated in her bones. Each kick of his leg thundered in her ears. Every move seemed to be in time with the harsh sounds of the music pumping through the room, until he was a frenzy of movement. It was frighteningly beautiful. Standing, Cheyenne called out to him. __ehr? Are you hungry?_ She was feeling a little peckish herself, and she needed something to keep her hands busy. Between a combination of brutal punches, knee jabs and the music, Behr didn__ hear a word she said. So she decided to go to him. Winding her way through equipment and stepping over the discarded sweaty T-shirt, Cheyenne approached him. Waiting for the right moment to interrupt, she tapped him on the shoulder during a brief pause. Big mistake. Huge.

She was prepared for him to shut her down, when Behr shrugged a shoulder and said, __eah, sounds good. I think it__ a good idea for you to get out of the house. But,_ he said, stepping back into the kitchen and leveling her with a hard look, __nly if I tag along._ __hat? Why?_ Cheyenne questioned, not understanding the need for chaperones. __ecause it__ safer that way,_ he reasoned. __ have a couple things to take care of first, so it will probably be a day or two. I expect you to wait for me, though, Cheyenne,_ he said, his brilliant blue eyes holding her in place. __t__ safer that way.__he was preparing to argue when she realized that she wasn__ altogether sure she wanted to venture out on her own yet anyway. It might be a shock to her system after locking herself away for so long. For laughs, she decided to give him a hard time anyway. __ut_ she started. He cut her off with an upraised hand. __o buts,_ he said sternly. __t__ not safe and you know it, and besides, that__ what you have two strapping young men like us for._ He clapped a grinning Dehstroy on the back. Cheyenne threw her head back and laughed. __ou, young? Ha!___hat?_ Behr said, acting offended. ____ young.___rove it,_ Cheyenne challenged. __how me your birth certificate._ When he pursed his lips, she laughed some more. __hat__ wrong? Didn__ they make birth certificates yet when you were born? No?_ She looked between the men, taking in their sheepish expressions. __ell, then. I__l leave you two to work on clearing that schedule._ Waving, Cheyenne left the kitchen and headed upstairs to her room to lie down.

Wes sat in a cracked vinyl booth picking at his fries and listening to Amanda go on and on about the dress she'd found. '...and it has these little lavender bows. Oh, Wes, I can't wait 'til you see it.' She gesticulated wildly, and her only saving grace right now was her amazing rack that swayed and bounced with each movement. Sometimes he swore that was the only reason he ever looked crosswise at Amanda Price. That, and her daddy's checkbook. 'And I found these shoes--" 'Uh huh, that's nice,' he cut her off and slid free from the booth. He held out his hand. 'Got the card?' He waved the bill in the air at her questioning gaze. Was she a little cross-eyed, maybe? He thought so.

This was like being in one of those National Geographic magazines. We were among the natives now.