There was a big door leading to wherever, the same as the door in the clerk's room. I opened that door and just stood there with an open mouth. The on...y thing that could come to mind was, "This place is fucking awesome."This was a corner office with four windows. There was a corner credenza/bookshelf that was behind a massive dark oak desk with a giant leather chair. I walked around the desk, noting the glass top protecting the wood. I sat in the chair and it felt very comfortable. I looked. "Of course, what's your name?" Suzy,"Tiffany took the notebook and wrote: to my friend Suzy, best alwaysTiffany Rollins."Thank you Miss Rollins." You're welcome Suzy." Does that happen much?" Hank asked."All the time, I don't understand it, but if they want an autograph itwould be rude not to give it to them if they think enough of me to ask,"Tiffany said."If I ask you for a kiss would you think it was rude not to give it tome?" Tiffany felt her stomach grow tight with that question, and even. When she at last released her grip I was breathing hard,making my big bust rise and fall dramatically. Then she had me step intoa pair of candy apple red shoes with three inch heels. She said, "Have agood time -- Carla."Missy sent me out the door without even cab fare. She slapped my rearand said, "Mmm. Love that padding." Club Indigo was halfway acrosstown. How was I going to get there? I walked along, gingerly takingsmall steps, trying to get used to those heels. I was on a. “Please don’t leave on my account,” Jerome said. “N... no, everything is fine,” she told him. “I have to get back. Neil’s away for the night so I need to get home.” Claire realised immediately that she shouldn’t have told them that Neil was away. “Then there’s no rush then?” Jerome said. “I... I” “It’s okay Claire,” Karl cut in. “I’ll take you back.” Claire was pleased with his intervention. Jerome seemed a nice enough guy but she wouldn’t trust him on his own. He walked across to where.