[Chris Everington]
I was sitting in the back seat of Rob’s car when we turned into a quiet suburban street. Up ahead I could a good looking youngster standing by the side of the road with a large sports bag at his feet.
A bit too young for me, and Paul would cut off my balls if I tried anyway, but I could tell he was going to be a heartbreaker for a lot of girls, and the occasional guy.
As we pulled up in front of the young man, I could see the family similarity between him and his sister, Diane Rider. They both had the same straight jet-black hair and oval faces. The young man, however, was a lot more trim and taut than Diane. Even through the layers of clothes he was wearing, I could tell he had a solid upper body.
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