It's a black man and his wife. His skin is jet black and he is holding his arm around her waist and smiling.Your heart is beating faster as you stare ...t his picture and read his company information. He works with your wife in the same department! His name is Sam and you make a mental memory of his name and shut down the computer.You run back into the bedroom and replace the card in the purse and join your wife in the shower. She cups your balls as you close the shower door and lays a big wet. You do have the right kind of look for the job. Even that god awful hair will work," she said."So you are the fashion expert," I said with a big smile. It was a bit demeaning I know."Dear, I will be shooting your images. Dad is semi retired these days. He takes care of the clients mostly." she said. "By the way my name is Wilma." So it's a family thing. That's always good," I admitted."Well let's get to it. Dad said I only had an hour to make a billboard style image," she said."I'm here to. As the man neared, David threw a small bottle of something at his face. The man's first instinct was to protect his face, so he raised his arms to block whatever David had thrown. However the motions were too late as the small plastic bottle smacked him in the face. The little plastic container was hardly heavy enough to do any damage, but the surprise caused the man to step a half-step back, which was all the assistance that David needed.David once again swung with all his might, this time. ’ Tom felt rejuvenated, just sitting next to Hannah. ‘What are you doing here?’ She ran her hand over his hair. ‘I work here. What are you doing here?’ ‘You work here? I thought you worked at ‘Bouncing Betty’s’.’ ‘That dive!’ She gripped his chin firmly. ‘I told you I was a waitress.’ ‘I followed you in that black truck–‘ She let go, stood and glared again. ‘Tom, have you been spying on me?’ ‘Well… yeah! I saw you check out my truck at the mall and then take off, like I was the last person on.