Billy McFred

Whitney smiled as she sped down the highway in her red convertible Sunfire. The top
back, wind in her hair, Whitney shot towards Lindsay's house. She rubbed her still-slightly-
swollen belly. She was a bit stretched out from the previous night’s endeavors. She took a
deep breath of the sea air and wondered what Lindsay would look like after five years. Last
time Whitney had seen her, she was a rather slim dirty blonde haired girl with modest curves.
Her bright green eyes always seemed to shine through the night. Whitney crossed the bridge

Ally had the idea when she was talking to one of her friends during lunch. They had been talking about some piece of gossip or another and the thought had suddenly sprung into her head. Now, in the middle of July, she finally had the means and the courage to try it. Dressed in her new pink bikini, she stepped out of her enormous house onto her back deck. She was lucky to have run into so much money. Now she had the house of her dreams on the outskirts of town with the only neighbors being over an eighth of a mile away.