Tiny black diamonds cut through the center of Genna's washed away pale blue eyes. In a blink, the pupils disappear along with her deafening laughter. Genna twists her head in a slow-motion, taking in each one of us, deciding who she wants to conquer first."You know... we have to hold hands for this little ritual." Genna teases.
Genna whips her head towards Kenneth. The crack in her voice clears up. I stare with curiosity, not understanding how she could change so fast. Her voice, to the men, is like a siren's sweet lullaby; so soft, sweet and seductive. "Kenneth, sweetie." Her voice hums.
Kenneth stops glaring, the wrinkle in his forehead disappears. "Do you want to cozie up with me? I bet you would be lots of fun. I have heard plenty of stories, but trust me, love. You have had nothin
