<strong>Deidre Verosky</strong><br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv110/jelly_beanjlw/Deidre.jpg)</div>Life was something to be savored. Sip wine slowly, eat dessert first, and make sure that every day was lived as well as it could be. These were all things Deidre Verosky lived by. She loved life, loved living it, and further loved sharing life and her body wherever and whenever possible. She loved men and women, though had found women to be more to her liking. She’d never before considered herself a lesbian and in truth wasn’t so sure she was. Bisexual seemed like too much of a stereotype. Deidre was a lover and connoisseur of fine things; she just preferred those fine things to have soft lips and supple curves.<br/><br/>In her mid thirties, Deidre had been married once. She harbored no ill will to her husband; they’d just wanted different things out of love and marriage. Deidre was a firm believer in sharing the love, spreading it freely. Her husband had thought it a good idea at first, until he’d realized that meant sharing his wife as well as himself. When he realized she was not going to stop just because he wanted her to, their split had been short to follow.<br/><br/>In parting he’d paid her well, mostly to keep his secrets, and she’d kept the power that his last name held. She’d worked since then, realizing men and women alike would pay for a woman with Deidre’s talents to share her love. So she’d been doing that, for years. Even spent time as a kept woman, until the monotony of that life had grown boring. Then she’d met Sam Goldman and he’d convinced her to help his friend Nicole grow her business.<br/><br/>Deidre knew she only had a few years left and Nicole was making money hand over fist. In order to stay away from her divorce settlement, Deidre needed to make hand over fist as well … so here she was. She liked Nicole, she was a smart competent young woman who knew what she wanted and that it took work to get it.<br/><br/>But she really believed in discretion. Enough so that all Deidre knew going in to her Friday night appointment was that it was with a woman. A woman who could afford Deidre, which meant she was most certainly a woman of means. A woman of Deidre’s caliber did not come cheap.<br/><br/>The Four Seasons was one of her favorite hotels. Deidre gave a polite nod to the doorman as she strolled through. She dressed in simple elegance, a black skirt and low cut red blouse. Beneath, she was decked out in swatches of red and black lace that showed off the time spent in the gym. Her dark hair was down and curled, her bright blue eyes lined for affect. If looks could kill, Deidre would be knocking them dead.<br/><br/>At the door she softened the smile and held her smart black bag before her and then knocked. Her last few appointments had been with men, Deidre marveled at how refreshing it would be to feel a woman’s touch tonight.