<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/95/Athletic.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Andrea Eriksen</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Her car</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td> Sam</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td> Driving</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td> Sam</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>"What, too lazy to walk?" Andrea patted Sam on the shoulder. "Of course I'll take you home, too." She finished her apple as they walked,  tossing the core into a trash can with a casual toss and pulling out her keys.<br/><br/>Andrea led her invitee over to her black mustang, a couple model years old, and tossed her bag in the rear seat. "There's trail mix in the glove compartment if you want a snack." If Sam opened it, she'd also find a black thong and pair of handcuffs stuffed inside. Once both were seated, she brought the engine roaring to life; the radio came on with it.<br/><br/><em>Everybody's looking for something</em><br/><br/>She pulled out of the lot. "Glad you decided to come along, Sam. Going to be a lot of fun."<br/><br/><em>Some of them want to use you. Some of them want to be used by you.</em><br/><br/>Andrea drove fast, but smoothly. "When do you need to get home? Wouldn't want you parents to worry."<br/><br/><em>Some of them want to abused you. Some of them want to be abused.</em>