“Sure,” I assured her.“I mean,” she continued, “even though I don’t have boobs like Rose?”“You don’t need to have boobs to make boys...like you,” I assured her, “When you find the right boy you will just know and he will like you for what’s inside of you, and not what you look like. Of course your still very pretty and I'm sure you will grow as you get older and meet lots of boys that only want you for your beauty.”“Oh,” she mulled that over and we kept washing dishes. “But you were looking at. When we went around that first curve in the road, the coach leaned over enough that I thought that we were going to tip over. The angle was enough that the man sitting beside me nearly wound up in my lap, and he swallowed his chaw of tobacco. I do not indulge in it, myself, but I never had any reason to fault a man if he wanted to chew. However, the shock of swallowing that mess of tobacco in his mouth made him vomit all over the floor of the coach. Thank God, he missed me, but it sure raised a. She is often given a purchasing agent who has spent his whole purchasing career dealing with just one company and is unwilling to take a chance with another.Lucy recently closed the biggest deal of her career and earned a commission that is bigger than some of the other salesmen's annual salary. I asked her several times how she did it but she just smiles and tells me I actually didn't want to know. Well, that makes me more eager to learn her secret. One night after we had enjoyed a great meal. She unfolded the page and read it, it contained two words, Emerald Suite and a small drawing of a four-leaf clover. She folded the page back and shoved it and the envelope in her purse, before looking back at the concierge who was still watching her intently. ‘Where is the Emerald Suite located’, she asks. ‘On the sixteenth floor the elevators are to your right,’ he pointed when he finished speaking. She looked to her right and thanked him. He watched her walk towards the elevator and press the.