Sherri drove in her companycar. We stopped at a light in the left turn lane and a car pulled up nextto my side. I felt eyes on me and looked over. The...re was a young guy in abeat up Chevy and he looked over at me and smiled. I smiled back and thenthe light turned green leaving my new "boyfriend" at the light.We got to the bar and went to the main door. There was a $5 dollar covercharge and they checked ID. The guy at the door must have been about 6'5"and was a total muscle head. He looked at my. I guess now would be a good time to explain what everyone looked like, in my family it was me I was 20 years old and I had two older sisters and a younger one. My names Jesse by the way, my younger sister was 17 and her names Kate. All of us have natural dark black hair and mostly olive skin, my sisters hard darker skin because they like to go tanning. The next older was Megan, shes 21 and my oldest sister was Rachel who is 25. Our mom is 46 years old and luckly our entire family was blessed. If Casey was known for anything in her department, it was a pervasive impression of all things ordinary: Auburn hair, average build, and modest beauty. She never drew attention with her attire. For her five-year service award, her team had struggled to find things to say about her. Her life outside of work wasn’t an object of interest simply because it was assumed to be uninteresting. It was for this reason that no one noticed the slightly stilted way she walked to her car—almost as if. She was watching me work on the picture, and was delighted to see it being done. She stayed for the next hour watching me paint, and we got to talking. Her name was Kimber, she was 19, and she was fascinated by my work. Nothing is more flattering to an artist than having a beautiful girl who admires your work at hand...I really liked her looks, and her personality. She is one of these rare girls with a special sparkle in her eyes. Every day for the next two weeks she would come by the beach to.