Her makeup was perfect, with bright red lips, just veering into tarty, but tasteful. She wore a red checked overall such as would be worn for doing th... housework, which, strangely, was very sexy. In defiance of the no smoking signs the woman was smoking a cigarette, and as a result, combined with the lighting, it made her look like naughty cleaning lady who’d stepped onto the stage in a smoky, sleazy night club. I wondered what the act would be.Because of the mass of cameras and photographers I. ”“And you too.” I retorted, almost like a counterpunch.“Oh, yeah, I guess--”“We should do white bottoms,” Eden declared, “Makes the color scheme a bit more cheery.”“Yeah, that works,” Matt shrugged, “I don’t own any white pants, so let’s hit up Slate’s.”“I need a blue shirt,” I replied.“Sweetie, you need all new clothes.” Eden shook her head. I was more comfortable with that than with her compliment of my legs. I never did get my answer to who were Drowning Miranda. I had a phone. I didn’t. In the sunlight it reminds me of rubies the way it shines.Her eyes are, however, her best feature. They are a blue so deep that you feel like your drowning in them if you look into them to long. Her breasts are a healthy C cup if not a D. So sue me, I never had the right to ask her until now, and now I had other things on my mind.I slept very little that night and was awakened by the sounds of someone in my apartment. I got up to find Josh and Beth already showered and changed for court. Beth. He headed to what he laughing referred to as his office. Four fiberboard walls, a cheap desk covered by a wood laminate to make it look good, and a bunch of nonsensical plaques and awards on the walls, all designed to impress customers when they came to sign the final paperwork involved in a purchase. It was a glorified cubical disguised as an office, nothing more. He’d always viewed it as one of the tools of the trade, but today as he looked around at it, the absurdity of it all hit him. He.