She sat across from me with her legs crossed in a stylish skirt and her long brown hair draped over her shoulders. Cheeks blushing pink with anticipation, but her big hearty laugh indicated that she was prepared for the incessant questions that were about to follow. Sydney Pons possesses a rare type of feminine beauty; one that is both captivating and alluring. With her witty humor, and keen observations she holds the devilish charisma of a preacher of a death cult. I would follow her into a bunker and you would probably join.