Before the dazzled eyes of the boys, one astonishing figure after another now appeared, as if my magic, to take her moment upon the stage. Next in line was Ali. The tall blonde strode to the fore looking cool and remote in a slinky shift of smoky burgundy which hugged the subtle curves of her slender, small breasted body. Both of the pretty blondes, Jodi and Ali, were acutely aware of the comparisons that were always being made between them. Each rival brought some different set of assets to the table.
Jodi, in her trademark pony-tail, had a bubbling personality and much more of a ready smile than her stand-offish rival. Cool, reserved, and surprisingly mature, Ali was taller, a young woman whose startling beauty caused a second look, even when dampened and half-hidden by the baggy outfit
