.At 5:30 pm, my phone rang.“I figured out my stuff earlier than expected,” Kevin said. “Tell your other suitors to exit through the back door, a...d then buzz me in.”Without dignifying his wisecrack with a response, I pressed the button on my phone to let him in the apartment building, and I hung up.While one of the few musicals on the AFI 100 list played on my flat screen TV, I untucked my legs from the blanket on my bed, jostling the popcorn bowl. I ambled to the front door, which I opened. Roman. I am Mr. Harris’s executive assistant for special events. He sent me here, to New Orleans to facilitate your travel to Miami,’ the young woman said smiling back. Mr. Harris, actually Paul Harris, was a very wealthy businessman from London and a client of Linh’s escort service. He was the client that Peggy was going to meet in Miami. ‘Oh hello, thank you and please call me Peggy,’ Peggy replied with a tempting smile as she held out her hand. ‘Ok, only if you’ll call me Sandra,’ Ms. Roman. He heard the door but decided to stay where he was. Candy appeared a minute later. She stopped in the doorway looking at him.“Why did your text say sorry?”He opened his eyes.“That was a mistake. I was saying sorry about a message I didn’t send.”She looked excited, bubbling, ready to tell him something. Whatever it was she wasn’t about to say sorry. Something of his regret must have shown on his face before he could smile.“Are you okay?” she said.“You were going to say something — you looked. We got a lovely extended look at her bodacious boobies as she neatly folded the blouse and placed it on one of the plush, cream colored office chairs. Mark moved close to massage her firm tits and bent over to suck her already stiff pink nipples. My darling multi-tasking Katie was getting her boobs sucked and was undoing Mark’s belt with one hand while squeezing his crotch with the other. Yet she still had the wherewithal to look my way and ask, “You joining us? It would be such a nice start to.