’ She pulled her phone from her front pocket and began dialing. She stalled on the last number and looked up to me. ‘The light was green and your ...ail lights were out.’ I sighed. ‘Fine,’ I said, not confident I could pass a breathalyzer test. That’s what insurance was for anyway. She canceled the call. ‘Boxers or briefs?’ she asked me. I looked at her and tried to decipher what type of insanity had claimed her. Maybe I just attracted women who liked to torture men. ‘What?’ ‘Do you wear. We were in a restaurant with her friends Danielle and Jordan. Like Leah,they were both platinum blondes and had had a string of boyfriends whocared about sex but didn't care too much about intelligent conversation.Leah and her friends were hairdressers and were what most men would callbimbos. I fantasised about the three of them pleasuring me dressed asFrench Maids.I even bought an outfit for Leah.I did not consider Leah or her friends as intellectually my equal. I wasa cash office assistant. A small hole in the end of the box was all that wasneeded to have the hidden lens to cover about 80% of the area in the whole room. Why all thisdeception? Last Thursday evening TJ had been working late trying to get some quarterly reportsdone for Friday's sales meeting. At seven o'clock he had slipped out to get a burger and fries, butreturned to the office by eight. As he was coming down the hall he heard noises coming from thestore room next to his office. After putting his ear to the door,. When does your client want to look at it?”“In 30 minutes, Richard, it’s a married couple, they said, they really like it and are ready to make an offer,” Marietta replied.“Did you tell them that we represent the seller as well?” I asked.“No! Is that going to be a problem, you think?” Marietta responded.Jenn jumped in and said, “Richard works best when we have both sides, kiddo. Don’t worry?”“Jenn, grab the listing for me, please? Marietta, you want me to go with you on your first close?” I.