Liberty's Sparkle (18)

   
   "Liberty's Sparkle (18)"
   
   Tom was cool and full of the proper protocols when inviting the delicious girl named after freedom into his home, opening the door, giving her a casual knuckle-bump; next, offering her a seat in his crummy, indoor chaise lounge and brewing her up some organic green tea, which he iced.
   Liberty was elegantly gregarious and gracious; plus, had a pulsating pinch of glee, adding to her vocal motions, explaining the death of her elderly friend Mr. McQuade, and apologizing for Faye's politically incorrect behavior, though still, it was progressive--a bit paradoxical.  
   All Tom could think of were love-making lyrics in Country Music songs and kissing Liberty's full lips smeared in the glow of bubble gum-pink lip gloss.  But he kept it cool.  Let her pour forth her misery, him drinking the sadness as friends are supposed to do.  And he couldn't believe that after she left with a departing kiss on the cheek and a warm breast-touching embrace--he now had a friend.  A real one.