"Happy fog?" the client asked, wobbling on her feet a bit. "What? I... I feel so... dizzy... floaty... oh wow..." See! You're feeling better already!"...Tittiefuck told her.She leaned over the desk and hit the blue button on her phone."Mr. Corbin, there's a new client ready to see you," she said when Mr. Corbin answered."That's great, Tittiefuck! I was just thinking that a new client would make my morning! Is she being difficult?" She was, sir, but I hit the happy button." Oh, fuck. Well, it will. About five foot tall, sixty five years of age, slim, with big heavy breasts, she always flirted with me, and I can remember talking to her one day when a wasp went down her top. not a lot of room down there I said, cheeky, was the reply, and we both laughed as she shook her jumper frantically to get the wasp out before it stung her. got time for a cuppa she said and invited me in. we talked for a while and I told her how I was getting on in my new place, you were the best neighbour that I ever. As the plane banked at Kahului Airport, the nervousness that had so earlier filled her was now replaced with curiosity. The late March air was unbelievably warm, much warmer than what was standard in Chicago. While she waited for a cab in the taxi queue, Lilly closed her eyes and took the deepest breath she had in months. There she was with a single bag and a house awaiting her: making this move was the most adventurous thing she had ever done. It terrified her and thrilled her at the same. Sasha let out a deep sigh feeling deflated almost, taking all that torture, finally accepting it and then being robbed of her climax by the thing she wanted to save her in the first place. I hear her say under her breath "Irony is a bitch." Grinning to myself we step in the elevator. The trip down was extended, for the reason others were getting off work at the same time. The elevator stopped 3 times, picking up 5 other people. I and Sasha were pushed into the back corner of the large.