We looked around, spent the night at a hotel, and headed home the next morning. On the way, he asked me if I liked any of them. “The Caravan was too...big, the Denali was nice, but not ready to deliver yet, no way I’m dropping nine million on a jet, so the CJ4 was out. No, not really.”“Good,” he said. I have other plans,” Charlie told me. BINGO! Our honeymoon was meant for airplane shopping. How many girls get a two and a half carat diamond AND a plane for their wedding? Huh? Wow.Our wedding was. The receptionist offered me tea or coffee but I declined, I was to nervous to eat or drink anything. I kept looking at the door at the other end of the room to see who would come threw it to start my interview with me.My foot was moving up and down without me knowing and I was sweating terribly, I have never been good at interviews. Suddenly a woman walked threw the door and approached me offering her hand. "Hello, your here for the interview? Follow me please" she said as she led me down the. Lucy was petite brunette in her early twenties (I guessed). She was wearing a blue miniskirt and same colored top. Her boobs were small but her tummy was tight and toned. Andrea had pitch black hair and a pale skin. Her body was more curvy but for me Lucy was the most appealing. She had a sarcastic sense of humor, was well spoken and clearly had a decent education. I guess Andrea sensed our click and excused herself. I bought Lucy several cocktail shots (she told me it was custom and that her. ..um, I'm sooo sorry Bren." She was as surprided as me. Unable to respond she looked at me wide-eyed and speechless. A trace of a blush appearing on her cheeks as she attempted to cover her breasts with crossed arms. Again my need to see more overpowered me and my eyes locked onto her exposed bush. The thick, wild pubic hair contrasting with her pale skin was impossible to avoid. I tried again, "I...I...I'm...uh." I couldn't make any reasonably coherent sound. Reluctantly I pulled my eyes away.