"Harley elbowed Jessica, "Even though you hate Grandpa Seth, you're not supposed to say it out loud. I hate him too, but I don't say it dummy."Cade ro...red with laughter, he couldn't help it. "Neither of you should talk about your grandpa like that." He's not my grandpa," Harley said boldly, "Dusty Harrison was my grandpa."Cade paused at his words and looked affectionately at his son, "Indeed he was." He reached out and put his hand on Harley's shoulder. "Dusty was a grandpa you could be proud. After rubbing it in, she dusted my face with a powder puff.“Every famous painting starts with a canvas,” she said and went to work on my eyes. Eyeliner came first, heavy and black, ending in a small wing next to my eyes. Kohl was applied on my eyelids, on the inside and on the outside. Then she chose a smokey eye shadow, working from light on the area near my nose to very dark on the outside. Long false eyelashes came next. She applied a bit of white glue to them and she positioned them. In our last year Sandy started making marriage noises. What kind of wedding should we have, should we keep it small, would it be best to wait until we were established in our new careers and stuff like that. I don't know if Sandy noticed my silence on the subject or not, but the truth was that I really wasn't ready for marriage. I'd seen what had happened to a lot of my friends who had tied the knot early and I did not want that for myself. I didn't want to be tied down with a wife and kids by. Suddenly, impulsively, she turned back to me. "Do you want to kiss me?" she grinned impishly. I decided I did.---How do you have a first kiss? Two people embrace, their lips touch, that first magic instant you linger in with just contact before tongues begin their first tentative exploration of each other. But how do you have a first kiss with someone who can't move anything but their neck? As it turns out, the answer is 'awkwardly.' I scootched closer to her on the bed and put my right arm.