But Jim had tired of Ginger, sick of trying to get in her pants, tired of blue balls, and had given her to his buddy Bill with his best wishes and ten...bucks while he went to pick up a much more willing girl.Bill could hardly believe it when Ginger opened the door and smiled at him. "Hi," she said, looking left and right, "where's Jim?"Bill stepped in and closed the door, looking sad, barely able to keep his hands off her. He took her hand and pulled her close, smelling her faint perfume and. Move forward. It flashed through my mind, again. Those two words from Harold. They might change my life.I forced myself awake when my eyes registered the brightness of the outside world forcing its way through the small gap in the heavy curtains of the sliding doors to the patio. I didn’t want to waste time at such a beautiful place in bed … I giggled at the thought … at least not in bed alone.I ordered a light room-service breakfast and coffee. I took a quick shower, slipped into the short. One weekend our friend was throwing a party and invited both of us to go. At the time I didnt think anything of her, I was young and somewhat naive when it came to being able to read when a girl is attracted to me.The weekend comes along and the party consists of 6 of us all too young to buy alcohol. We end up with 12 beers and some vodka for the 6 of us and more than enough weed to smoke. None of us really drink, having just started high school, so really to go all night we probably only. President!” I said, extending my hand. He held my hand with both hands and said, “We are so lucky to have you here, Emma! I heard excellent things about you!” still holding my hands more than necessary.I cupped my other hand on his hand, now we were both handshaking with both hands, which looked like a ritualistic handshake, and I said, “I heard excellent things about you too, Mr. President! That is why I chose to work with you!” as I lock my big blue eyes into his eyes. He seemed to be charmed.