The coffee table where my papers were was quite low so it made it impossible fo rme to cross my legs while flippign through my paper so i had no choic...ebut to sit on the edge of the chair and i knew he had a very clearn view up my short skirt while we talked. he asked me-i have 6 people that want my business, why should i chose you. i replied-beacuse my company has been.... he interrupted-no no i know all about your company and all about the amount of commission you will make off of this sale,. I almost stopped mid-stride. It WAS cold. It was almost ice-water but I couldn’t back down now. I had to take a dip. I did and gasped for air as I again surfaced and ran for shore. Thank god for mom taking towels with her. I grabbed one and started to rub myself dry. Mom meanwhile walked into the water, bent down so her body was under the water and she to grasped for air as she stood and hurried back on land. ‘Cold? It’s freezing!’ she shuttered while she toweled herself. We hurriedly put our. ’ Fenton sat back down in the chair that he woke up in, and turned away from the door. ‘You always were good at being nice without sounding like a suck up, Harker,’ he said coldly. ‘Do us all a favor, Fenton, and lay off the Tangueray.’ Harker stormed out, slamming the door behind him. Fenton sat back, and knocked back his drink, paying Harker’s remarks no mind. Roswell Harker did not like Carl Fenton. Oh, he felt sorry for Carl’s lost, he had honestly meant what he had said. But he did not —. All of a sudden, out of nowhere there came some music, and one man clad in only a blue sparkly thong began to dance and gyrate to the music. All of the women were going Whooo-Hoo! and cat calling for the man doing "I'm too sexy for my shirt" He danced around the people shaking his ass and long legs, touching a person here and there and generally hamming it up. This man was small in stature, slightly balding, not particularly handsome, but here he was having the time of his life. He even came.