Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357
Not even a day had passed before the huntsman returned to the tower. He had tasted the ripest fruit and wanted more. He had thought long and hard about how he would take Kayla away from the tower and make her his bride. Then, finally, he called to her to let her hair down, and the beautiful red hair appeared.
He climbed with gusto, and at the sill, he swooped what he thought was his girl into his arms. His lips met hers before he could sweep her hair out of her face, and at the touch of those wrinkly lips, he knew things had gone awry.