The night that she wanted to meet I was supposed to be doing some surveillance, but I figured this was a once in a lifetime opportunity. So, I blew of... the surveillance and went to her house. I drove to her house a little early to conduct some surveillance, just to make sure I wasn’t walking into anything. You kind of get like that after years of working in this profession. Once I could see that things looked ok, I went to the door and rang the doorbell. She answered the door wearing a lacy. Karen sat up, her eyes smouldering, even as she tried to control her giggle. "Here, allow me," she said in a husky voice, helping Laura remove her jacket.Then she slowly undressed Laura, taking her time, removing each garment separately and kissing and caressing every inch of Laura's body as it was exposed, until Laura was quivering at each touch of her lips. Karen removed Laura's bra with the same slow attention that Laura had used in removing hers."I hope you haven't been letting any of those. Over coffee, I got to know this blond Amazon better. She seemed cheerful, funny, smart and to me, above all, sexy as hell. We had been talking for about an hour, when she looked down at her watch,"Shit, I have a class in fifteen minutes. It was really nice to finally meet you. Call me;" and she wrote her number on my book and ran out of the shop.I certainly would, I thought.In fact, I called her the next day. I asked if she wanted to go to out to dinner."I have a better idea, why don't you come. I appreciate the folks who dropped me a note yesterday. Thank you. Now, today was a different kettle of fish and got me thinking about failure.Somebody decided to put my head in Uncle Fester’s vice. That’s always an experience. Then as I was dealing with a client my short term memory went completely blank. I knew who I was, where I was, what I had just done. I felt mentally sharp, other than the fact that I had absolutely no clue what I was supposed to do. I mean white piece of paper blank,.