. You’re wonderful. You’ve done so much to keep me from jumping off that bridge out there,” I pointed outside to the MLK bridge over the Mississ...ppi river, “I’m sorry. I’m just a brat. Forgive me. What did you find, Susie?”“William, Billy, Carson, The Carson Group, is a prospective buyer.”“Good. Maybe the hundred is the wrong answer. Bring him back for a floor tour and put him with Gloria and Adalaine. Gloria could sell ice to an Eskimo.”“Ma’am, not that kind of buyer. He was here at the. Anita didn't dress slutty; she was no-nonsense and didn't take crap from nobody and especially not guys hitting on her while trying to perform her tasks. I'd hoped one day to be close to her.Anyhow back to that scrumptious 5' 2" body with Jamaican features and dark cocoa skin and wow did those luscious lips look good and able to please a man's hard-on like a good little woman. I'll skip over the times we spent getting to know each other; it's all a prelude to the fun times we crave right?Anita. Peter: How about you? What can I get for you?Miranda: Nothing for me, thank you. I'm not really hungry.A waitress came over to their table. She was a plump blonde in her mid 20s. She addressed Peter.The waitress: Hi my name is Lucy and I'm here to take your order.Lucy was carrying a pen and small writing pad. She then gave him a strange look.Lucy: My goodness, did you fall of a boat?Peter: Fell of a tree actually.Peter laughed about being wet. Lucy laughed alongside him. Miranda was just. No matter how hard he wishes he were!"Anything interesting happen while I was gone?" she asked. Definitely she must have noticed my eyes on her. And those legs! A man could die for them. Hell, in this day and age, even a woman would."The hotel's photographer came," I replied absently, as if such an incident were even worthy of attention, but in the absence of anything more, it would have to do, "Apparently, the poor chap goes around with a Polaroid."Her eyes betrayed the dismay in them - quite.