As I got to the front entrance of her house, she met me there, “Sorry Bert” she said, “I did not mean to interrupt you working on your lawn and ...lso please; let us start being neighbors. It is already over a year we are living next to each other, here and still we are not out of formalities and not calling each other with our first name”. She was smiling, I could see; as she said it. Her deep ‘V’ between the boobs was staring at me, almost talking to me.“Ok, Lola” I responded although. They had diversified, survived the dot com bubble burst by selling justbefore the share price dropped, by luck or sound advice. They also hadmoney invested in several hotels, luxury apartment buildings, as well asgiving money to several community projects.The sound of the door opening got my attention immediately, turning tosee who it was, I stopped as a couple in their late 40s to late 50swalked in. The man was about 50,in a custom made suit, from here Icouldn?t tell what kind it was, but it. Nice meeting you Miss Portly and I'll see you in the morning." That's Mrs. Portly," she said.I smiled and nodded my head and left the office. Five minutes later I had Bill on the phone; "Can you talk?" Yes, she's on her way to the clinic." What are you doing to me? That job was supposed to go to Ben, not to someone from outside the company." Not my call. The word came down from on high to hire her for the opening." What idiot up there in the Ivory Palace made that decision? Does he have the. She probably wore a b-cup, but I liked them small anyway. She crossed herself with her hands trying to cover her nudity. "Put your hands at your sides," I told her.There was a male voice from the other room. "OH GOD." it screamed. "That's so GOOD." A steely look came across her face and she dropped her hands to her side. Her nipples were standing out a good half an inch. I didn't have to prompt her as she unbuttoned her skirt, pulled the zipper down and let it drop to the floor. Now she stood.