Broad shoulders. Blue eyes. Skin-tight hair on the sides, and a longish shock of blonde hair on top. He had a slight scar on his left cheek.Harmony: �...�Hello, Armis. Thanks for talking to me. You must be busy.”Armis: “Ahh ... Starting with an understatement,” she grinned. “Hello, Mr. Harmony. What can I do for you?”H: “Just Jeff, please. Mr. Harmony was my father ... I attended the Chicago version of your presentation to the Wall Street industry. First business: I assume that you won’t be taking. "I'm waiting."He walks back to get a better look.Amy reaches up, with her hands trembling slightly, and grabs either side of the blouse. She pauses only briefly, then finds her resolve and pulls the shirt open. Her bra is large and firm to support her large chest, but it is clear enough that he can see the brown areola through the front."Is this good?" It's very good, Amy. You are a knockout without that dowdy shirt on. Now show me the rest." The rest?" Nobody asked to see your bra. Open. Go back to your slut!"He laughed mockingly as he tossed away his shirt, baring to Sue's reluctant gaze his hairy, superbly muscled upper torso. "Why, Suzy Baby, you sound downright jealous." Jealous!" she shrieked. "Don't flatter yourself. I couldn't care less what you do, or who you do it with, just so long as you leave me alone!"Again he laughed. As he unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants, he told Sue it was all over between him and the divorcee, that he'd broken it off because all she. I found myself talking to him as much as possible, just so I could listen to his calming voice. There was no urgency in his requests, no demands, no customers on the verge of crumbling. He was simply calling to get some information. Once he conversation was over and the receiver back on the hook, I could only stare for a moment and try to regain my breath. Why did it seem that I was just hypnotized by this mans voice? And so it went, week after week and month after month. The routine was much.