"Please tell me we're done?" I beg as I try to warm my red-tippedfingers on my coat."I'm as cold as you are, remember?" Katie says as she warms her ow...hands on her coat before returning to her photo taking. "Welcome to thewonderful world of women who are overly sensitive to weather! Regrettingyour decision yet?" Not for a second," I say with a genuine, wide grin on my expertly made-up face."Atta girl!" Katie says with a smile of her own as she finishes herphotography and we both eagerly slip. We flew out to Chicago together to visit a particularly troublesome client for a few days. Not fun at all. Quite stressful, actually. We were in the middle of our second day there, and as expected, it was not going well. After a few hours of meetings, the group eventually split up for lunch, and I hung back in the conference room for a few minutes so I could fire off a few emails. A trip to the restroom was most definitely in order before lunch. I wandered down the hall toward the little. "Check this out. This is an outfit in Minnesota that's advertising our golf weeks and selling transportation to our departure point either in California or Seattle. They're legit, aren't holding up the customers, and are adding value to our golf tours. We get the tour money, the good will of the trip, and this group makes a travel agent commission on our tour price, and they charge a discounted airfare for their aircraft to fly out west. They have approached us to see if they can get a larger. The video started and it again showed the bedroom door. A cock appeared through the hole, but this time it wasn’t mine. She paused the video and told me that the carpenter who had worked on the door had jokingly said that it looked like I was having a gloryhole made. She had asked him what he knew about them and he said he had seen videos and had thought about going to see what one was really like but he never had the nerve. She told me they chatted for a while, and then she had surprised.