Mandy

Unfortunately for Mark, there was no escaping his stepsister's car. He was **** into the back seat because she couldn't make him ride in the trunk, and forbidden to make any noise. She blasted her shitty pop music while he tried to distract himself with a puzzle book.

Eventually the road got winding, and Mark began to feel sick. He put away the book and closed his eyes. He felt better not having to look at Mandy, even if he didn't see much more than her long brown hair and pale right arm. Sure she was pretty, at least on the outside. Hell he'd admit she was downright hot. But good looks couldn't make up for a vile personality.

Honestly, it would be much easier living with an ugly or at least plain girl. He wasn't obvious about his attraction, but he always had the fear that he'd be caught and labelled a perv. It was ridiculous that he was expected to think of Mandy as a sister. The women of the household would only yell and scold. Phil, his stepfather, was a retired naval officer and current policeman. So you can imagine he was an intimidating figure.

Anyway, Mark tried to push her out of his mind, and think of something pleasant. He planned to spend his free time working on his writing. He had come up with an idea he felt was fairly clever, but developing the idea into a full story was proving to be a challenge.

He figured he could get a start on planning out how the story would develop. However, something would disrupt his brainstorming.