“The atmosphere is not very good in there. When Melissa sent me to pick you up, they started arguing again.”Getting out of the car, we both entered the café, Randolph first. Walking passed the tables, I was scanning the area to see Melissa. There she was, taking an order from some customers. Reaching the counter, I could see the chef over the stove, his back to us. “Could that be my sister in the kitchen?” I said to myself.All of a sudden, the kitchen door swung open. “Order for table seven is ready!” The tone of the voice was familiar. For a moment, I thought it was my mother. On seeing her for the first time, I knew she was my sister. The walk, the facial expressions, similar to my mum’s.When she saw me, she stopped in her path, dropping the plates she was holding onto the counter. It made a crashing sound, startling everyone in the diner. For some seconds, it was silent. Then her gaze went to Randolph, who was standing next to me.“Randolph why the hell did you bring him here?” She. Her belly was taught and showed every muscle and curve when she wore a short top or bathing suit. Her face was framed by curly blond tresses that accentuated her big blue eyes and large pouty lips. But her soft southern drawl voice was the icing. When she was upset or sad she would sniff and talk in unsure almost scared voice which only made me want her more. All in all she was one fine specimen for my needs.I had been watching her and stalking her for weeks thinking that she was never going to be in a position to grab her. Then one day I was just down from the house sitting in the woods and watching. I saw her come out slamming the door behind her as she stormed across the yard and started down the road. I figured she had just had a fight with her mom from the actions I saw. I watched her walk toward the road and waited until she was almost out of sight. Quickly I grabbed my stuff and headed to the old car I had procured for this exact reason. After going along where I thought she.
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