I began to watch Romilly. I studied her confident swagger: hips swaying, boobs bouncing. I noticed her outfits and careful make-up, admired the red hi...ghlights in her raven hair and the way her fringe sat perfectly in line with her thick dark brows. I noted how her lipstick always complemented her clothes, matching the colour of a flower on her dress, or the buttons on her blouse. And I counted the tiny creases on her chest above her cleavage and the crinkly lines near her eyes when she smiled –. The brunette’s hair was tied back in a ponytail and as usual, she wore no makeup. Amy was only average looking, she didn’t have a voluptuous chest, an anorexic build or a model’s long legs but she did have a pretty face, and a decent physique. Her personality stood out even less than she did-shy, quiet, and with no close friends. I was studying her closely for a reason. My best bud Charles and I were hanging out at his rich parent’s mansion, joking around after consuming several beers, about. I grabbed my own case, unzipping, making sure there’s a magazine in it, pulling back the charging handle, and oh yeah, sights ... I turned on the red dot sight.The truck stopped. It was something out of Redneck Monthly, seriously, probably fifteen years old, the hood a different color than the fender I could make out. A guy opened the passenger door and hollered for us to get our truck out of the way.Jay yelled back that they had our trailer and they were on our land and that the law had been. His black hair matched his stubble, with greyish flecks s**ttered throughout. Robbie portrayed a detached confidence – he had cavalierly stepped out of the game on several occasions to have a smoke, and his chipstack had not deteriorated significantly in his absence. On Robbie's right was Erika, a rambunctious redhead who seemed intensely interested in the others' nudity. Her long ginger hair hung in loose curls. Her appearance and attitude were anachronistic; Erika's milky white skin,.