It is hot, stuffy and dusty up there, but there’s another sensation in the air today. As Nora closes the door behind us it has the feeling of a sexu...l opportunity. Suddenly I see her as the girl inside the poor old body. At some time, maybe not so long ago, she may have been sexually active, but through circumstances, that door was shut and she allowed herself to go to seed. Today, if it is not purely my imagination, the door has creaked ajar and she is remembering what it used to be like. . I felt a little funny staring at all the ladies unmentionables. (You know sort of like a pervert) I was saved by a pretty ‘sales associate’ who escorted me to a small men’s lounge area. It was set up to give the husbands some place to hang out while their money was being extracted from their wives or girlfriends. There was a 60′ flat screen on the wall that was tuned to sports talk, soft leather chairs and couches, magazines about cars or sports or golf or hunting or fishing. Everything needed. But it is not lighting up. Heading over to the front desk, a woman with short black hair and long black velvet coat steps out in front. You, with me, now. She commanded. Pushing past she calls for the elevator again, steps inside and inserts a card into the slot next to the number 6 button. It automatically turns on. Ahh&hellip, that is how you do it. Shut up! I did not tell you to open that trap of yours. So you stand there confused on who died and made her queen. You hear the ding and head. Que puis-je pour vous Bertrand ? - Heu... je ne pourrai pas venir aujourd'hui et la semaine prochaine. Je suis en arr?t maladie. - Rien de grave j'esp?re. - Non non, rassurez-vous. - Bien. Reposez-vous bien et revenez en pleine forme.Je raccroche au moment o? Candy arrive ? son poste. Elle porte une jupe un peu courte pour la saison et son bustier est plus moulant que d'habitude. Ses jambes sont bien mises en valeurs par des bottines noires ? talon. C'est la premi?re fois que je la vois habill?.