Imagine to my surprise she had a Jamaican accent! We both laugh at her remark. I extend my hand and we introduce ourselves to one another. Her name...is Wendy. As we chat waiting for the train to arrive I just was in awe of her complexion. Her skin reminded me of a porcelain doll. It was simply perfect. No blemishes, no wrinkles and no scars. Amazing, I thought. Also, she was dressed to impress which you guys know I like. She had on a beige fur collar coat, black crew neck sweater,. When they finally broke up he sworehe had given her all the prints and negatives. She took them, and convincedshe had them all she burnt them and put it behind her. She met Ray severalmonths later and never looked back. She had attended Nick's funeral just overa year ago. His carefree life had been the cause for his early demise, andas Debra looked back at the life she had before Ray and her life now she knewshe had made the right choice. She had a loving husband and 3 wonderful children.Sure. “Doesn’t seem right that anyone who opposes National Service reform should get elected.”“You could be walking on thin ice if you make a direct attack before you are in service,” Livy’s dad, Randall, said. “You could face retribution if the reform fails.”“I think we’ll need another consultation with your father, Joan,” I said.Eventually, the parental units left, including Sharon and her boyfriend. We were down to the thirteen in our pod. Or the twelve plus Remas. She was doing her best to fit in. "How long do you think before you're ready?" Jesus woman, give a guy a break." He started the engine and it purred to life without a stutter in sight. Hmmph...what the hell? "Oh well, don't look a gift horse in the mouth and all that shit," he muttered."You're gifting me a horse? I guess shit comes with the territory, doesn't it?" Smiling happily, she put her seat belt on while he wondered if the blonde shtick was more than a shtick. She rolled her eyes again as she tried to decide where.