She tried every strategyin her limited repertory to attract Scott's attention; short,tight skirts, scrupulous attention to fashion, swinging fromgrung... to hip-hop to black-lace-on-black-Gothic.There was even an ill-advised hair coloring episode that, insteadof turning Zenobia into a striking blonde, left her with hair thecolor and texture of Bozo the Clown's.None of this produced any result whatsoever. Scott Brandonjudged women by one pure and unhypocritical standard; breastsize, and true to. Nothing new appeared on her. No wrinkle, skin discoloration, even if things got messy, and a knife slid across her cheek, as soon as she fed this is what she would see.Endless perfection was boring.Brett arrived in the doorway about three minutes later and tried not to stare at her chest, only glancing every few seconds. Impressive willpower in her book.“I want to let you know I’ve called the police.”“Bullshit.”“What are you, a mind reader now?”“No. I just know in the history of the world no. ’ Her prediction proved to be true as, within minutes of being handed some wine in a plastic cup, the sales director told her he would like a Christmas kiss under the mistletoe in his office and led her there by the hand. Who was she to disobey her supervisor and a senior manager?Expecting a peck, she was taken aback when he locked his office door as they went inside and immediately started a passionate snog which she found herself responding to. This guy, in his thirties, was a much more. I met Renuka at a party and we had instantly hit it off and soon,I invited her over for dinner. I reached home before her that night and instantly realized the problem with Shanti being at home and whether it would curtail Renuka. I told Shanti to cook some extra dinner, kept the booze ready and told Shanti to go to sleep and not come out tonight as a friend of mine was coming. She nodded silently and was off to bed even before Renuka came; allowing me to conceal the fact that I had someone at.