Cassandra
"Hey girls," a southern voice greets. I look up and see Patricia descending from the stairs, gracefully approaching us as she tosses her long blonde hair that is as straight as a pin and reaches her hips.
Crayvin swung his denim-clad hips to face her, a small smile forming at the sight of her. I Juliet to my feet and gave her a faint wave. "Hey, Patricia," I reply. She continues walking towards us, her breasts bouncing in her thin red tank, her long lean legs on display with her blue shorts, and her bare feet padding against the concrete flooring.
"Crayvin called me and told me you guys got a dog yesterday. I got off work this morning and headed over. I bought some stuff for him, too," she says with a large grin.
No doubt using her manager discount, as where I had to pay f
