Blushing had never had a southern trade partner, and this was great news that they might soon! Everyone but the oldest dotards knew that though they h...d northern, eastern, and western trade partners once, they no longer did. If no one had come in twenty years and more, they were not coming at all. Trade Partners were more than just places to sell your cities' surplus and buy those things you lacked, they also were vital sources of news and information, but above all, of Newbloods: marriage. Do you have a girlfriend?”I mumbled that I didn’t. “So you have never seen a woman’s bosom before?” She looked at me with a questioning smile.My throat was too dry to respond but she continued talking,“You deserve a reward for your hard work, would you like to see my tits?” She unfastened the top button of her blouse. “Well?” she said tipping her head with a quizzical look.Her fingers lingered at the next button. I could see the red lace of her brassier. I tried to say something. I wanted to. You figure 40 hours a week parking at a buck an hour multiplied by five days a week, 52 weeks a year and 10 years parking on that street, less, of course, the $1.00 a day that it cost me in Chuck Cheese tokens. I saved about $17,150 over a ten year period. Anyway, I digress, back to the story. Susan was the receptionist at the furrier. She was one of those women who made your jaw drop. You could not remove your stare from her. She looked like a dead ringer for Katherine Ross of The Graduate. Ron had a more rugged feel to him, and the wine on his lips tasted good.Hermione's tongue poked against his and Ron's joined lips. They both opened up and suddenly the three mouths were a tangle of tongues; each one trying to taste both of the other two. Harry found he could find no difference in the texture of the two tongues, save that Ron kept his stiffer and more pointed. His hand that had been caressing Hermione now rode up to tangle in her hair, while the one that had held Ron's cheek now.