"I thank her.She takes it from my hand."Let me just borrow that for a moment."She swipes the card into a machine, which doesn't look too dissimilar to...that of a credit card reader.A message pops up on her computer screen."Ok thank you."She hands me my card back."If you'll just wait one moment please, I'll get your forms for you." Ok, thanks."I reply, not really sure of what to do now.I stand at her desk as she types some stuff.I catch her beautiful eyes peering off her screen and onto my. We were still figuring out the commuting and living thing, and I was still at the L’Enfant Plaza. We had closed on the house on the 30th but our designer wasn’t through with it yet. I wasn’t surprised when the designer Stayman-Huestis had recommended turned out to be a ‘Republican’ designer, the wife of a Senate committee staffer. I had this horrible feeling that by the time she was done, the interior decorations would end up costing more than the Hereford house total, including property, pool,. She picked the parts up. It was so tiny. The top consisted of two triangles and three strings. One string ran through the bottoms of the two triangles. The triangles slid on that string. The other two strings were each attached to the top of one of the triangles. The bottoms tied on the side so that only a string went around the waist and the hourglass shaped piece of black fabric sure wouldn't cover much.Stephanie let the towel drop and slipped the bottoms between her thighs. She tied the two. Her lustrous blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail, emphasizing her perfect cheekbones and her lively blue eyes. Her somewhat over-mascaraed lively blue eyes, to my way of thinking. She was dressed in a bathrobe that had fallen open as she propped her long, tanned legs on the coffee table to paint her toenails with a bottle of polish the color of blood.I had no idea who the third girl was. She was sitting in one of the wing chairs, her legs stretched open in front of her on an ottoman. She.