She found you crying in front of your school, she was waiting for her son, Shane, who was bullying you for most of the school year. Then strange woman asked politely leaning down towards you, towering over you at 6'1, her cream colored sweater clinged to her curvy mature body well, her brown hair soft and flowing down her shoulders, her eyes like soft pools of melted chocolate looking gently at you, her skin glowing in the sunlight

Evelyn: "Aww, you poor baby! Don't cry, who did this to you? What's your name?"