fine, why do you ask?” “She’s just wondering. You two seem pretty close. I’d hate to think that I “Oh might cause a problem between you two.” ridiculous!” Karen said incredulously. have no idea how much “That’s “You time we DO spend together. Besides, she’s my FRIEND, you’re my plaything.” With that she abruptly changed the subject. like some “I’d cotton candy. What do you say we get some before we head home?” Well I certainly didn’t handle that very well. At least I planted a seed so to speak and maybe she’ll at least think about Lisa a bit more in the future – which hopefully would mean she’d pay less attention to me. I was tired the following day at work, which was a bad thing as I really wanted my meeting with Mr. Goddard to go well. After collecting my thoughts and spending some much needed time on preparation I was as ready for him as I would ever be. I took my folder and headed out for the restaurant. I wanted to get there early so I could pick out the perfect table for our discussion. I would hate to arrive in the middle of the lunch hour rush and get stuck at a table next to the kitchen door or worse, the bus-boy’s station. That would be terribly distracting and counter-productive. I didn’t want to leave anything to chance. I was also wearing one of my best dress suits a white blouse with a red – blazer and mid thigh length matching skirt. I even wore thigh-high stockings instead of pantyhose just to give me a edge and bolster “secret” my self-confidence. I figured if I FELT sexy and confident I’d BE sexy and confident. The restaurant my client selected was elegant with marble floors, fine full-length linen tablecloths and live ornate plants decorating the several dining areas. I managed to secure an intimate rectangular table against a corner wall perfect for conducting business. – As I sat there with my back to the wall waiting I looked over my material one final time. I was startled a bit by someone sitting down next to me.
“She’s fine, why do you ask?” “Oh just wondering. You two seem pretty close. I’d hate to think that I might cause a problem between you two.” “That’s ridiculous!” Karen said incredulously. “You have no idea how much time we DO spend together. Besides, she’s my FRIEND, you’re my plaything.” With that she abruptly changed the subject. “I’d like some cotton candy. What do you say we get some before we head home?” Well I certainly didn’t handle that very well. At least I planted a seed so to speak and maybe she’ll at least think about Lisa a bit more in the future – which hopefully would mean she’d pay less attention to me. I was tired the following day at work, which was a bad thing as I really wanted my meeting with Mr. Goddard to go well. After collecting my thoughts and spending some much needed time on preparation I was as ready for him as I would ever be. I took my folder and headed out for the restaurant. I wanted to get there early so I could pick out the perfect table for our discussion. I would hate to arrive in the middle of the lunch hour rush and get stuck at a table next to the kitchen door or worse, the bus-boy’s station. That would be terribly distracting and counter-productive. I didn’t want to leave anything to chance. I was also wearing one of my best dress suits – a white blouse with a red blazer and mid thigh length matching skirt. I even wore thigh-high stockings instead of pantyhose just to give me a “secret” edge and bolster my self-confidence. I figured if I FELT sexy and confident I’d BE sexy and confident. The restaurant my client selected was elegant with marble floors, fine full-length linen tablecloths and live ornate plants decorating the several dining areas. I managed to secure an intimate rectangular table against a corner wall – perfect for conducting business. As I sat there with my back to the wall waiting I looked over my material one final time. I was startled a bit by someone sitting down next to me.