He also had brown eyes, the kind of eyes that seemed to melt women's hearts and he used all of his charms to ensure his bed was rarely empty or cold.T...day wasn't a day for flirting and trying to pick up a new bedmate however, today Mark was working. He was an investigative journalist and worked freelance - refusing to be tied down to one company or to be the subject of editorial control. He had broken enough major stories to build a sound reputation and that allowed him to pick and choose what. They stopped too, giggled together, and waved at me.Realizing that I probably looked like a drooling idiot. I shook my head, smiled, and waved politely. I turned and jogged past them, continuing down the sidewalk.Didn’t Stacia call this town Boobtopia?I shook off the thought. I was already going to have enough problems navigating town while trying to stay off of Ruby’s radar. Unfortunately for my libido, several residents were enjoying the beautiful weather too. Those who were walking along the. Wow what a few weeks, work has been crazy, new accounts landing so fast that we not only can’t service the demands we are beginning to lose track of what they were. The orifice day is just one long fire fight just not to go backwards too fast. That is definitely enough of even thinking about that place now. I have much better things to slowly luxuriate over for the next couple of stolen hours. One more week and my raven haired temptress from the west will have time off at the same time as me. “Oh, I got the sleeve of my blouse wet when I was drawing a bath. I just wanted to hang it up in the bathroom. No biggie. Thanks a lot, Mom. Goodnight!” (Never mind that I hadn’t run any bath and never mind that I was still wearing the same clothes I had traveled in). Mom seemed to accept my story and I made my way to the kitchen. I made as little noise as possible as I scooped the ice cream and found the mini bottle of hot sauce and slipped it into my pocket. Not wanting to make Master wait.