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  They both wore jeans and polo
shirts, although the male’s shirt was red and the female’s was white.   Both pair of jeans fit snugly, with the woman
showing some curves and the male’s jeans, she was pleased to notice,
highlighted the kind of muscular thighs that always turned her on.   Muscular thighs meant muscular dick, or at
least that had been Blossom’s considerable experience, and given the slim
pickings around here lately, and she meant SLIM, the idea of fresh, thick , new white meat on the market
delighted her.
      “Well,
hello there,” she said grinningly as she hurried down the porch to greet them,
her flowery sundress ballooning around her shapely legs and creating a
pageantry effect.   She really was a very
beautiful woman, with long, blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and a slamming body.   If Trina was insecure about where she stood
in Reno’s heart, this woman wouldn’t help her insecurity at all.   But Trina wasn’t insecure.
    Blossom had every reason to believe that the
man coming toward her had to be Dominic Gabrini.   Not just because she was expecting him, but
because nobody from Crane, and she meant nobody, drove a car quite that
grand.   “Hope y’all didn’t get lost,” she
said as she arrived in front of them.
    Reno placed his hand on the small of Trina’s
back as she approached them.   His dark
shades were shielding the disappointment in his big, blue eyes as he couldn’t
stop looking up at the big but ordinary-looking house.   He wasn’t expecting the PaLargio.   But damn.   He wasn’t expecting some dump, either.  
    “No, we didn’t get lost,” Trina said when it
was obvious Reno was too busy checking out the house.
    “That’s good to know,” Blossom replied.   “Because finding a small town like this isn’t
as easy as you would think.   Even with
GPS and all of that other newfangled technology.”   She extended her hand to Reno.   “You must be Dominic Gabrini.”  
    Reno removed his hand from Trina’s back.   “How are you?” he asked as he shook Blossom’s
hand.
    “Well, I’m just wonderful, sir.   Even in this weather,” she added with a
grin.   “Welcome to Crane!”  
    Then she turned her sights on Trina, the sexy
black woman standing beside the hunk.   He
was probably fucking her, she decided, but it didn’t matter.   Once men got a taste of Blossom Spivey, they
always came back for more.   And this
hunk, she also decided, would be getting a taste real soon.   “And you must be his aide,” she said to
Trina, her hand extended.
    My aide ? Reno thought.   What the---
    “No,” Trina said, smiling and shaking her
hand.   “I’m not his aide.”
    “She’s my wife,” Reno corrected her.   “This is Katrina Gabrini.   My wife.”
    “Oh, I’m sorry,” Blossom said, surprised.   “I truly meant no offense.   I just assumed a man of your stature would
travel with an assistant.”
    “No,” Reno said.   “No assistants.   Just me and my wife.”
    “Understood,” Blossom said.  
    Although she was disappointed that he was
married, that fact alone never stopped her before.   She would just have to be even more discreet,
she figured, because no way was she letting this hunk of sex get away from her.   She was bored with the pickings, and her
husband was the pits lately.   This
Italian stallion was going to spice it up around here, she could feel it in her bones.   And in
her v-jayjay too, she smilingly thought.
    “So you must be the realtor,” Trina asked.
    “Oh, yes, ma’am, I am.   I’m Blossom.   Blossom Spivey.   But everybody just calls me Bloss.   Not that I care for that particular nickname,
mind you, because I don’t.   But I don’t
care for Blossom, either.   So I guess it
all works out in the end.”   She grinned a
grin so grand Reno wondered if it would hurt her face.   She then flung her long, blonde hair behind
one shoulder and then the other one in a coquettish double-jerk of her