I had never once in my entire life seen her with a hint of stubble on her legs and under her arms, and it was clear that she was frustrated with her i...ability to shave herself properly. Most of her leg was still coated in shaving cream. "I didn't think it would be that hard," she said, dejectedly, with a cute little pout on her face, "but my hand keeps slipping and it's hard for me to get a close shave, never mind the fact that even if I figured it out I wouldn't be able to reach my left. I got to the door and found a note. "Pour yourself a drink and get comfortable."In a burst of confidence, I pushed the door open "No turning back now" I thought, looking around for my mystery date. I found the bar first and poured myself a double shot of vodka to calm my nerves. A couple minutes passed, so I decided to grab another one. "Hey James," said the man as he rounded the corner. I could barely make him out in the dark, but he was around 30, well cut and very masculine. He wore khaki. .."Fuck. I was hoping to pass by Dave Edge altogether. The guy was the tall, dark and handsome type. He ran a car lot and made plenty of money doing it. He was quite the charmer but I always found him arrogant. I had known him since we were in high school and even then he was overbearing. We used to compete over everything back then and even now when we went out as a group, he made a point of flirting with Jessica and then flaunting his new model of a wife."Oh, Dave huh? Well I will talk to him. Wendy is not caring for the kittens alone. No. Annabelle Carson, sweet sixteen, the driver of the car that seems to be responsible for the disappearance of Pye, has become a permanent fixture. An attractive nuisance is what she is. Very attractive. Boy magnet. MALE magnet.When Pye became whatever flatcats become, Annabelle was fleeing an abusive home situation. Stepdad. It's complicated.Okay, I'll tell it.They started out like most families; brass spoons. Not the lowest but far from the.