A brunette with a slim figure, a pair of beautiful firm breasts, a flat stomach, and wide hips. “Eh...Eric, miss. Could you help me find this addre...s?” I asked trying not to stare at her tits. “Shut up woman! Go change the sign over there instead, we got us number 569! Haha! 69!” The man commanded to the girl who left us alone. “Excuse me, but I didn’t catch your name,” I asked him. “Oh where be my manners? The name’s Let! We don’t get many newcomers, especially young folks. Most of them. What if she couldn't do the job and Bob had to fire her?Ann knew that her age would be a detriment; she would be thirty-eight in January. She would be competing against twenty-somethings fresh out of college. She made a mental note to look at her resume one more time. She had brought a copy with her to the condo; thinking that she might have a chance to put the finishing touches on it. She decided to ask Bob Long to explain just what his company did before she made a decision on whether to send. .. quiet”... there was a suggestive tone to the concierges voice.“That’ll be fine” I said, and within less than a minute we had our keys and were in the lift to the top floor. The room was at the other end of the hotel, away from noise and ‘interruptions’ – why that became an advantage, I’ll tell you later.We walked in and Tracey made a bee-line for the loo. “I’m burstin’, Rog!” she called as I heard her pull her knickers down in a rush, plonk herself on the seat and a noise not unlike Victoria. The tight low riders accented her figure far too much! She wanted nothing to do with Bob losing his willpower to mom's insanity! She put on a pair of her boy shorts and then hunted up her baggiest sweatpants. "Better!" she snapped as she put on bra, tee-shirt, baggy sweat shirt, AND the yellow hoodie she never wore because it was several sizes too big. "Much better!" she sighed while tucking her shoulder length hair up into a battered ball cap she had left over from her high school softball.