Say the name Blondie to anyone associated with real estate in our area and they immediately knew the sexy, successful agent you were referring to. Blo...die's small, lovely face was almost heart shaped with a high forehead, large expressive brown eyes and a perky, slightly pointed nose. But the prime jewel in this lovely crown was her luscious, full-lipped mouth, with lips so soft and naturally rosy, they begged to be kissed. I’ve had more than one man tell me they could get hard just thinking. They kissed for a long time before Avril pulled away. Wide-eyed, she patted her wet lips as if making sure they truly belonged to her. ‘Wow, you’re not supposed to be good at doing that.’ ‘Why not?’ Ted asked, wearing a hint of a smile. ‘Because kissing you is supposed to feel like kissing my brother.’ ‘You don’t have any brothers.’ ‘You get what I mean,’ she said, still looking surprised. ‘We can never do that again.’ ‘Yeah,’ he agreed. Friends don’t kiss, and if their lips do meet, they don’t. One day a campaign staffer with a tool belt around his hip and hammer in hand stopped me from entering my own room. He had the balcony glass door already removed and resting against the wall. ‘We are going to install guerrilla defenses around your room.’ I could picture the armor plating that would be embedded into the wall and the anti-personnel spikes that were going to be installed to the outside walls. We were still in our rental apartment from the ‘poor’ times. Not that we were poor. We. Each brought a dish for a potluck supper for the family, and almostall had a gift for River, Alison, or Mark (usually camping or huntinggear for him). People wanted to see the beautiful new house that theyhad watched under construction, and used the idea of a party as a wayin. Most stayed for a half hour or so, giving their gift, eating abit, and then heading off to make room for others. A few stayedthroughout, but generally these people were ones who looked after thefood or cleaning up, or.