That’s all. My bad.”We hadn’t taken two more steps down the hallway when the door we had been standing beside opened and a 30ish woman stepped o...t.“We can see you now, Miss Larimer,” she said.Liz consulted her phone again.“I only have a couple of minutes left,” Liz replied. “So this will have to be quick. I left a number out front if we don’t get to everything I need to cover with you.”Liz led us back through the door. Two other women sat in the office. The woman from the hallway sat down and. Pretty much all work and no play - until I closed out the consultation. One of the principals with whom I was working had been invited to a holiday party, but had no date. She and I had hit it off pretty well, but I'm reluctant to get involved with clients.At any rate, she asked if I'd accompany her to the party; otherwise, she wasn't going to go. I figured "What The Hey" so said yes. We got together and drove to the party. Susie, my "date," had dressed for the holidays - all shimmery and. ‘Works every time,’ he mumbled as he sat down. He slammed the door shut behind him, and drove away while plugging his famous invention into the cigarette lighter. As the Pinto slowly wheezed away from the stately manor trailing thick, blue smoke, Tad smiled at himself in the cracked rear view mirror. He had no idea what he was in for this evening. At the same time as Tad was preparing himself, Cynthia was in her apartment preparing herself as well for the interview date. She ran around the room. I mean won't... being employee and employer and after last time... The talk we had about never again... And... I'm sorry I don’t mean to flirt so!" She stammered but he felt her eyes gazing in to her eyes and felt warmth spread throughout her body. His eyes traced from her eyeballs to her mouth and back, even daring to look at her ample bosom as it lay below him. He brought her back up and gave an exaggerated tug pulling her slightly closer into him. "Don't say sorry... You’re not a sorry.