“Our parents won’t let us work during the semester, so we can’t splurge on much” she said with a pouty face. “Oh really?” I replied “min... if I cover your bill then?”. They seemed nice and were giving me a good show, so why not reward them?“We’d really appreciate that mister” the light blonde said with a mischievous smile and her chest poked out. “Thank you” said the dirty blonde shyly and still a little hunched over. Both looked sexy in their own little ways, but I’d had my fun and was ready to. She knew the products and understood the concept of selling value. More importantly, she was aware that most of the decision-making in renovations and kitchen design was made by the wives, and that gave her an edge. She could talk their language. She wasn't shy about field work with the contractors, either. She could hold her own and not get run over by the rougher characters she would encounter.Brent had taken care of the conflict of interest problem by having an independent interviewer select. If I want sorry, I'll call Bill. Bill's much sorrier than you could ever be. And besides, people are going to see you and say, 'what a lovely dress, who made that?' and you're going to say, 'why, Beth Moorhead, she has a shop down on Fifth Street.'"Jenny looked at me helplessly."I'd really like you to go to the dinner with me," I said softly."Oh, all right," Jenny capitulated."Great," Beth said. "Here, you can put it on in there."Jenny took the dress into the changing room."Thanks," I said. First he covered my mouth them he bound my wrist in a seemingly unbreakable vice. I was stuck and very vulnerable. He stood back and admired his work like any true artist would and he nodded in approval. This was my chance to get a look at his face but it was covered by a ski mask with the eyes and mouth cut. I sighed in defeat as suddenly his hand lounged forward and thinking he was going to strike me, I cringed be instead grouped at the neckline of my shirt, then he pulled, hard. I heard my.