"I need an answer, Mr. Adams. 60 seconds."I rubbed my chin."Anything I want?" I already said that." No strings?" None. 30 seconds."hmmm..."What the he...l. My place. Thursday. 10 pm." You will have a glass of good, chilled chardonnay ready for me."- - -I thought about that for the next two days. So fucking weird. And she's so ugly. So come Thursday, I started drinking beers sometime after nine. I thought maybe I could drink her pretty.Right at the stroke of ten, there's a knock on my door. I open. Jim was shocked, largely from her angry tirade and from the fact thatshe was right. The remaining money from Grozinsky job was pretty muchspoken for, Lenny would see to that."OK, it's your money and I have given you fair warning," Jim concededdefeat. He would be working for her after all.Juliet's dark mood lightened slightly, "Good, your rates?" $45 a day plus expenses." Hell, he might as well get something out ofthis he thought as his conscience pricked him at quoting $10 above hisusual rate.. The painting went up in the dining area with no trouble. The heavy mirror was another matter. It needed an anchor, which Teresa didn't have. I recalled a few in our toolbox and was gone in a flash. When I returned there was incense and soft music playing. Teresa was dancing, swaying with the music. All I could do was watch.Eventually Teresa noticed that I had returned and giggled to herself again. I couldn't fathom what was so funny, but looking back it may have been my hard cock. Sarah was leaning over the desk trying to find something worthwhileamongst the scattered papers when Lyle burst through the door to hisoffice.He was greeted by the sight of Sarah's shapely behind clad in that shortskirt clinging to her buttocks, the hem resting at the top of her thighsdisplaying her stocking tops. Her long, sexy legs clad in sheer hosierywere a delight to behold."Well how lucky am I?" Lyle beamed."If that ass doesn't belong to Sarah Carter; I'll be goddamned," hegrinned.Sarah.