"Oh fuck! Aah! Aah! Aah! Holy shit! Samantha! Ooh! Uuuuughoh god! Sam! I'm coming! I'm coming! I'm coming!"She came. Smiling broadly, Samantha sat up ...n the car seat next to Hannah. She wiped at her mouth the back of her hand, but when that proved inadequate she produced a laced handkerchief from the cleavage of her dress and dabbed at her face with it. Regarding the amount of wetness that came away onto the cloth, Samantha turned to Hannah and remarked, "Not bad, then?"Hannah had no answer. "I want a summary of everything you've got on this pick up on my desk in thirty minutes and I want to see whoever responsible for this collection in my office at the same time." He stormed off. Tricia looked puzzled.She was looking abashed when I saw her an hour later."What's the problem?" I asked."Nothing I can't fix," she said scowling and stalked off.She might have thought she could fix it but obviously Freddie didn't. He called me in an hour later. "You're the man for PR," he said. "How do. She was wearing a simple pale sky blue dress. It clung to every curve she had on top and flowed sensuously below the waist to the floor. It was simple yet elegant and it was perfect. He noticed she made an exception to her no make-up policy by wearing lip gloss. Thoughts of those luscious lips made him step towards her and grab her for a kiss. They both moaned as their desire for each other started to burn. He had to regretfully pull away before they missed dinner all together. He kissed her. ‘Bet that fat bastard didn’t leave a fat tip,’ groaned the cook. Frankie just looked at him, pathetically, to avoid telling a lie. ‘Thought so.’ Finishing her shift Frankie rushed down to the junk shop, negotiated so stubbornly that Irma finally caved in just to get rid of the time-waster. Frankie walked away proudly with her $50 guitar. Inside her room in her parent’s apartment, Frankie sat and her bed and stroked the smooth and colorful body of the instrument as if she was assisting a lover.