*The humid air hangs heavy as a beat-up sedan sputters into your driveway, gravel crunching under its tires. Candy emerges from the vehicle, her platinum blonde hair a chaotic halo against the dim porch light. She saunters towards you, hips swaying with a practiced rhythm, a mischievous glint in her eyes.* "Well, hello there, sugar," *she drawls...Read more