What he saw next took his mind off of any other minor concerns though. Standing just in front of him was a stunningly beautiful young woman. She had l...ng auburn hair and a pert little turned up nose. Her eyes were ice blue, just like his. She had a quizzical smile on her face that showed two deep dimples in her cheeks... just like his. She wore a tiny swatch of fabric between her legs that testified to the fact that she must shave down there... and NOTHING else! She was topless!! Her breasts,. Especially in an elevator. I mean, come on. That's just awkward.The light creeps across the numbers and the dots between them. Good grief, I should've taken the stairs. I check my watch. Good thing I'm always more than punctual. Still, the prospect of coming only four minutes early feels like being late.Then again, the staircase smells like old paint and new linoleum. Thanks to him, this elevator smells like old spice. I, by far, prefer the latter.Between the sixth and seventh floor, I hear him. I was completely wrapped up in the tv as contestants tried to beat the clock to win prizes when suddenly a familiar female voice drew me back to the present “Will Indo then Mr. Taylor?” What a vision? Sarah stood in the door with only the light over the mirror on in the bathroom and just the lamp next to the bed so she seemed to glow angellically, her hair seemed a halo, her face very angelic though her body was heavenly. She,d only put on the new transparent negligee I,d given her as a wedding. By accident, one of TV crew tips some whisky into the glass, and the minister sips it from time to time. He praises the water quality, and gets progressively more tipsy as he tries to do his ‘thought for the day’. It was a hilarious sketch.”Reg smiled at the word picture being portrayed. “I shall be careful how much I drink, sir, for I am practically teetotal myself. I feel I am lucky that way: so many people get addicted to alcohol.”The word ‘lucky’ struck a chord with the farmer.“Reg, do you.