Luanne was a ravishing redhead. She had curves everywhere a woman should have curves. And these weren't little curves, they were full and round and bountiful. She had the face of the girl next door when you needed to be put at ease. Her eyes could be sultry or full of mirth. Her lips were wide and welcoming.
In short, Luanne was everything that a monster lurking in muddy muck could ever want in a woman, and I'd been lusting after her for weeks.