The her long legs looked great and the black stiletto sandals strapped to her feet just screamed "fuck me!" She knew that in her super-short black lea...her skirt and lace up bustier she looked hot. She glanced over to see if the barkeep noticed her legs. He was oblivious, apparently preoccupied with his chore of polishing glasses. She rose and walked to the restroom, watching the two lone businessmen out of the corner of her eye. Neither one took any note of her passing.She came back from the. The visit was all over the media the following day. Martha's 'no comment' leaving them both enraged and frustrated. We did begin an irregular correspondence as Martha began to do some investigations of her own, if only to clear some doubts that my questions had raised. Several weeks after that though Martha died in a hit and run incident, no one was found or prosecuted and that stream of information to me closed, save only for a letter which arrived the day after her death addressed to me."Dear. You won't be coming to work as early any more." You're assuming I'm going to be a success at this new job." Yes. You don't seem to know how to fail. With Dorothy's coaching, I'm sure you'll do very well." What's the other reason," I probed.Again, she didn't want to look me in the eye."Is it because I got this job before you had a chance?"She nodded, staring at her hands."I'm sorry about that, Sylvia. You taught me what I needed to know and I took your opportunity away from you."She nodded. Quite the opposite, those eyes were looking at me with severity. "This is the house team's locker room! You're not supposed to be here!"This guy was so hot when he was angry! Of course, I shouldn't have had to think of his sexiness, but damn, he was certainly not making things easy. His burly chest was covered by his huge arms crossed, but I could see a tattoo on his left pectoral, probably a part of the rest of the tattoo on the shoulder. I was in trouble and no, it wasn't like in my wild.