"Miss McCornick," said a voice, "I understand you are looking for work. If you will come see me this afternoon, we may be able to do business, to offe... you something interesting." Who is this?" she demanded."A friend," said the voice. He gave an address and said, "two o'clock. Don't be late. Write this down: 421 Freen Street, suite 17."She worked on her hair and make-up, slipped into her sexiest work dress, the one with the highest hemline and deeply scooped neckline, called a cab and was five. She laid the towel on a nearby chair, then removed the robe and placed it on top of her towel. I was not disappointed with what was under the robe. Cinnamon had long, slender, well-toned legs. She had a classic hourglass figure. Her rear end was pleasantly round and well proportioned. Her silky red hair reached down to the middle of her back. When she turned back around I was again not disappointed. She was well-toned, an athletic build, but not overly muscled. Her face was wonderfully framed. She smiled then looked down. When she looked back up I still looked at her."I want you to kiss me again right now," I ordered."Not right now," she said."Kiss me," I insisted. She should do as I say."Someone's coming."I turned to look behind me. Several students from the middle school walked up the street. Eventually, my sister would walk up the street also.I turned back to Jenny."Yeah, you're right," I said. I motioned her onward.Once again she was attached to me as we walked.I was a mind. Speechless, Georgia ran into her father’s outstretched arms. ‘What’s this, no words of thanks for your old sire?’ he jokingly said, not quite subduing the gruffness from his voice. He enjoyed coddling his youngest daughter, who never harped at him for new trappings as the rest of the females of his household. Oh no, his daughter of his heart demanded nothing of him , save his love and respect. This thought brought a smile upon his ruggedly handsome face, and a bout of nostalgia at the reminder.