Bleached blond

The woman's naked body lay across the bed as if it had been posed, the world-famous face thrown to the side in profile, the luxurious bleached blond hair flowing back over pale white shoulders, leaving her back and the long beautiful expanse of her shapely hips and legs fully exposed.

She bent over and started to undo Little Jonathan’s diaper that, incidentally, sorely needed it. I could smell it from the door. At any rate, as she lowered her head a lock of bleached blond hair fell across her face.

Mary crossed the hot gravel. She saw the guy in the driver’s seat—bleached blond mullet, navy-blue baseball cap, shades, cigarette, a mountain range of acne on his cheeks. His e-mail didn’t mention that he’d have a very big Rottweiler in the back.

For a moment he became George Sanders, and when he looked up it was in embarrassment, for one of the two clerks, or owners, of the small shop was looking through the window at him smiling — a delicate, tall young man with streaks of bleached blond like rivers through his sandy hair, and a slim, girlish body in tightly fitted slacks.

She is taller than I am, wearing a sleeveless white shirt tucked into black linen pants. Her hair is the shade of bleached blond I particularly associate with upper-class southern women.

In subdued lighting Robert can still look like a catch. His hair is a subtle shade of bleached blond and his tan speaks of some place where men are not afraid to use a sunbed. Only his chicken-skin neck betrays his true age.

His wife, surely, she thought, as she tried to gather a more complete picture of the woman, a bleached blond with a fair figure.

A bleached blond with darting black eyes, native of England, who by her own admission engaged in a form of sorcery euphemistically labeled “white magic,” was listening to Rolf’s declarations and was becoming rather inspired.

Renata, who took her cues from the bleached blond, rather than the other way around, was too experienced a flautist to rehearse further.