” “I’m sorry, what?” “Oh, you heard me. I’ll have a job.” The man placed his hands on the rubbed down wood of the counter. “I’d li...e a cup of coffee too, but I could make that for you to show my qualifications. I saw your sign for a barista and I’d like to apply.” “You?” The man took in her current get-up. In the middle of September and the unusual humid morning, Hadley wore a form fitted black dress and an overstuffed striped shirt that she had ripped at the collar so it could drape over. I'll make time for you, Mister Stuart. Why don't you check with your employer and see when you can arrange a few days. I suggest you and I will need two, possibly three days, to go over the manuscript."Cam called the woman back two days later."I've arranged to be in New York on Monday morning, April 3rd, Ms. Atkins. I've booked a room at a nearby hotel for Monday and Tuesday night. I hope that will be enough. I've got an open-ended flight ticket, so if I have to stay a day or two longer, I'm. But these are just made to be taken off!"She was grinning happily. "I spent two odd hours with Tony Glover on Wednesday. Just being turned into... well... a sex object I suppose. But it was such fun! He chose the dress. Oh! I was just the clothes hanger - but the centre of attention - the point of it all." She had put on a pair of tight, sheer pants. I touched. Silk again, so tight they concealed nothing. Then she put on the shirt and I watched amazed as she slid into the trousers. More tissue. At an early age, Barb was strong enough to beat the living daylights out of any guy stupid enough to treat her poorly. Don't get me wrong, I liked Barb, respected her, loved her, I'd do anything to keep her from harm. She just never needed rescuing.Wholesome is the way I'd describe her appearance. During warm weather, she was usually tan, which brought her freckles out. She had brownish-green eyes. What you saw often depended upon what she wore, or the lighting. Normally she sported a single.