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Jet lag has almost left the building and we're ready to roll! Thumbs up to Derek who topped residential sales for East Vic Park and Vic Park over the past 12 months (rolling 12 month data source: REIWA.com.au Agent Finder), time for the Boss Lady to up his KPIs. #focus #vicparklife #inhisveins #beardisgone (at Baston & Co. Property)

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-December 1, 2015

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-December 17, 2015

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-Though it was no secret that Aidan and Remi had been reconnected since the separation from her fiance, Remi still felt the animosity that came from several members of Aidan's family, especially from his mother.  She knew well where it was rooted, but as she came out of the shower of Aidan's apartment, just a step or two behind him, the sound of his mother's voice caused her to freeze where she stood, not daring to come into her line of sight.  A towel wrapped her damp body, though it was no invisibility cloak.  Her heart raced as she eased backwards, being sure to stay clear out of sight.  Just because it was highly implied that the two of them had reignited a flame between them, Remi saw no reason to provide completely bare proof to the theory.  With the voice of his mother coming to a close and nothing more stated, she whispered in an almost shy moment reminiscent of a girl he once knew-  Is she gone?

-January 10, 2015

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-The past few weeks held moments of rage from Remi towards Aidan.  They showed times where she would completely fall apart in his arms.  There were times that she turned to him for physical distraction.  And then there were times when she was on no roller coaster at all, and appeared to be the girl who wasn't damaged, who had never hurt anyone or been hurt at all.  There were times, such as this, that she had it all together, and caught a glimpse of a boy that she once knew a long time ago, before a career, before the deaths of her entire family, before leaving for college.  She could see a boy, 16 years old, that thought she hung the moon and in that moment, she was the girl who was madly in love with him.  She caught herself having one of those moments as it appeared his eyes were to hers, as if perhaps he were having one as well.  She could have fallen into it, saying words to him that had once been common place for them, but so much had happened and she had learned just how deep the words could hurt someone.  She knew they were still very true, though unspoken between them, now sitting right on the tip of her tongue, threatening to push forth in a moment that felt a decade in the past.  Remi easily allowed herself to be that girl that loved a boy before she ruined both of their lives.  One step and then another, she took his hands into her own, looking down at the man that sat before her, her heart racing within her chest as she brought her forehead against his own, her eyes bearing into his, a whisper to her lips.-  I owe you. I owe you more than I can ever make good on as there is absolutely no one else in this world like you, Aidan Fisher.  You've seen me at my best and at my worst.  I don't know if you know this or not, but you are absolutely all I have left on the face of this shitty planet.  So thank you for never giving up on me.

-January 10, 2015

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-Her head rested on the pillow in his bed, laying there, waiting.  She had been waiting for more than ten minutes for him to join her when the need for physical contact overcame her, burning within, desperately craving his touch.  She wasn't sure why the need took ahold of her the way it had, but it was there and it needed to be fulfilled.  A new day, a new craving, as it had been all week long.  Every craving before had been food oriented, but this beckoned her just as hard, although she was not craving appetite fulfillment.  She stood up from the bed, slipping off her shirt that once belonged to him.  She walked to the doorway, wearing her black panties and matching bra, pausing for a moment as she drug her teeth over her lower lip.  As his eyes lifted to her, the look to his face was priceless.  She said not a word as she crossed the small space to the sofa where he sat, taking both of his hands into her own as she lifted one foot up and over his propped up legs, bringing her knees to rest at either side of his thighs, lowering his hands to rest at her waist.-  I need your help.  -She whispered as she leaned into him, her hands working at the buttons of his shirt as her lips found their way to just below his ear.  Her teeth scraping against his ear lobe, her hands completing his shirt and pulling it open completely in the front.  Her hands sought out the feel of his flesh as she drank in his scent, an almost satisfied hum to her lips.-  

-February 1, 2015

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