" Oh, no," I say. Though I sort of want to say yes. "I think I'll justtry it at home and return it if It's not right. Besides, she may notlike my c...oice."And with that, she jumped right into helping me choose a "good" dressfor me. For the next few minutes, she is asking me questions ("whatstyle are you looking for?" "How long do you want it?" "Do you wantsleeves?" etc.) I do my best to answer her, as she pulls a few dressesout, one by one, and then holds each one up in front of me. I. Both of us were furious and it all came to a boil that night. ?Fuck you!? screamed Laura. ?I am done dealing with this crap, get out of my house!? Laura was blonde, about 140 pounds, and shaking with rage as she yelled at me. She was about 5’ 6? but with her heels seemed taller and had great legs, a nice tight but and smaller but perky breasts. Her short skirt clung to her legs and her shirt was practically painted on, showing just the right amount of cleavage. ?Screw you. Hope you will come." And with that Sam left giving a flirty wink to the boys that had been drooling over her since we had walked in. Samantha was perfect, men waited in line just to take a picture of her! She had long straight red hair that smelled like honey. She was roughly 5'4, when she wasn't in heels, and had the darkest brown eyes Grace had ever seen. And damn did that girl have boobs! Grace had never asked Sam what bra size she wore but could only guess she had to be at least a D.Grace. Fifteen minutes later, after being lecherously inspected while paying my fare, I stood at my panoramic window leading to the secluded roof terrace. Standing there, witnessing the glorious dawn of a new day over Amsterdam, the vista worth every penny, I closed the blinds and reaching for my cell phone. I dialled the number on the card I'd received earlier the evening."Sorry," the tired voice on the other end apologized. "I expected your call hours ago. I must have dozed off." How do you know.