She was a pretty young lady, used to having men fantasize about her. But this was the first time I felt real heat coming from her. She was a young wid...w, still in the flower of her youth and attractiveness, but she didn't have a man to really appreciate that part of her anymore; I was the closest thing she had. Right then, I knew I would have to start being more careful around her.That night, Katie was in front of the mirror drying out her hair after the evening's shower. My mind was still. As you can well imagine this is a bit inconvenient for me given my current state so i say to her im in the shower could you come back later to which she reply no not really you are my last call of the day and need to do it now ok i say give me a minute ok she says with a cheeky smile i switch of the shower grab a towel round me and head down stairs to open the door as i open the door my towel slips slitly not fully exposing myself but from my current state not leaving the fact i had a huge. Only in her mid twenties, and a dream to look at, she had an attitude thatnot even a mother could love. She stared down her nose at people like theywere something she had found on the sole of one of the high-heeled strappysandals she favoured. Her answer to everything was the platinum no limit credit card in her Guccihandbag and while I loved running it through my cash register I had had enoughof her insulting behavior. She was 5' 8" in height with a 38" – 25" – 35" figure. Her eyeswere jet. I didn’t have that advantage now. “I’m sorry if I mislead you, Thomas,” she said. “It’s clear I’ve let our relationship become too familiar, too casual. Otherwise you wouldn’t have made that horribly sexist, disgusting comment. And I wasn’t criticizing your daughter; it would be good for her to learn how to be more collaborative.” She said with a distinct air of condescension.“Fuck collaboration, Connie. Collaboration is for ants. Have a great dinner.” I stormed out. There is nothing.