His other hand... I followed it up, and it was against his lips. Our eyes met. He was shushing me with his finger. Tom pushed away a clothing stand wi...h his foot. I could see the girl's entire back view now. She was on her knees, serving Tom like a king. Her shorts were off to the side, and she was wearing just a little pink thong. She was wearing a long-sleeved navy shirt. Everything looked so familiar... My heart dropped. My girlfriend, Selena, was this girl.Tom stood up from his couch, his. He was glad to be welcoming the youngest member to his selling team, knowing Gretchen would never get into actual sales. She was nothing more than a decoration, and he found himself hoping she would become tired of pretending to be helpful and finally leave the company.“I have found a new team member that will be joining our sales team on Friday. Tim Morrison just moved down here a few weeks ago from Northern Georgia. At twenty-four, he has already got a Master of Science in Marketing from. He's settled on the name.'Tiffany.' I trust that will be alright with you?" she said lookingacross the table at the young man sipping his tea."I don't think the name 'Tiffany' goes with this look do you?" he askedstill not really contemplating the scope of the grand plan."It will dahling, it will!" she said with assurance.This tea's a little bitter," he added."Maybe it's a different kind than you're used to. Add a little extrasugar and cream if you like," she went on, looking over some notes. “You are wonderful. How could I not have thought of you without Dag? It must be terrible.” Maizie lay down on my lap and put one huge paw over her nose and whined.“She misses Dag,” Mrs. Prior interpreted. “She was worried about you. She thought maybe you were gone, too.”“No, Maizie,” I answered. “I’m here. And it looks like I’m going to be here for a while. You can come and visit anytime you want.”“Mmmhmm,” Mrs. Prior stuttered. “You see, about that...” Oh, no. She was going to tell me that.