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Sandra was awakened by a strong hand shaking her shoulder. "Hummm...?" she mumbled. She saw Kevin standing before. He was dressed in a tight white tank top, showing off his finely powerful chest. He had an unbuttoned plaid short-sleeved shirt over it, with a pair of black baggy shorts to match. His arms were muscular, as if he'd been working out. His hair was spiked and slicked back, making him look younger. Literally, he looked hot.

"Hey, Sandra, come on let's go," Kevin whispered. He led the way back to his car, a silver BMWZ3 convertible. Sandra stood up, brushed off her pants and followed him.

"Nice car," Sandra admired the sleek, compact body. The car seemed brand new, its silver paint was perfect, not a scratch or dent in sight. Leather seats graced the inside.

"Get in," Kevin said as he came around and opened the door for Sandra. He bowed like a chauffeur would, "In you go, ma'am."

Sandra laughed as she sat down in the car, "Why thank you sir," she replied. Kevin shut her door and went around to the other side.

He looked at her amusingly. "Well, you ready? Here we go, hold on!" He smiled and started the car, the engine roared to life. Kevin put his arm around Sandra's seat as he looked back and put the car in reverse. They zoomed down the street. Kevin hung his arm casually outside of the car, his eyes focused on the road ahead. His neatly gelled hair ruffled in the wind as they picked up speed. His unbuttoned shirt flapped back as the wind blew through it. Sandra felt like a high-class girl sitting next to him. She sighed happily. I wish I could just spend the whole day here, riding in this car with Kevin. But you won't Sandra, you'll be meeting Kevin's grandmother soon. Be prepared Sandra, be prepared.

"So, you want some music?" Kevin glanced at Sandra as his hand rested on the radio. Sandra nodded happily. "Well, what kind of music do you like? I'll just play the CD I have in there right now." Kevin pressed the play button on the CD player.

"Wow, you have a CD player? That's way cool!" Sandra grinned. Kevin turned up the speakers. Sandra was surprised as the Backstreet Boys came on. "Hey, you like Backstreet?"

Kevin nodded, "Oh yeah, they're one of my favorite groups. I like just their music though, not really the guys." Kevin chuckled. "Other favorites of mine are Red Hot Chili Peppers, Third Eye Blind, Korn, Nirvana, Dr. Dre, Mariah Carey, and stuff. I've got many." Kevin started singing to the music.
Sandra laughed, "Wow, you're the first guy I've known to like Backstreet! You've got a great voice!"

Kevin slapped the side of the car to the beat of the music, "Why, thank you. We're almost there." He smiled, and continued singing.

Shoot, we're almost there. I'm getting nervous, what do I do? What do I say? How should I act? It's ok Sandra, it's ok. Kevin will lead you to what to do. Follow him Sandra, and you'll be ok. Ok, I'm trusting you. Yes Sandra, trust me. Trust me.

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