Thanking Captain America_(1)
A quiet dark had settled over the small town of Beaver Pennsylvania. The bad sections across the way in Rochester were getting worse, and at night? Sarrah chose not to think about it. She was safe in Beaver, quaint, quiet Beaver. Up the street she walked, tight leggings hugging her silky legs. She wasn’t dressed provocatively, she had on a big hoodie and leggings, but you’d have to be blind to miss her stunning visage. Dark and late it was as Sarrah carried her garbage to the dumpster. Eerily quiet it was at this hour, all she saw ahead of her was 6′ tall gentlemen walking up the street away from her lost in his thoughts. Paying him no mind she reached the alley where dumpster she used was. It was recessed into the alley …