The same aquifer that held the well that Father had had drilled three hundred and twenty five feet deep and piped to a pump house in the garage. It wa... water out, water in.After the yard was weed free, drained and sculpted, Daddy had a greens mat laid over the whole thing. Then gravel from the pit north of town was brought in and spread. Not one glacially washed and tumbled pebble was larger than 3/8 of and inch or smaller than a quarter inch. The underlayment was three inches thick. Then it. Few men were privileged to be allowed on the sixth floor. Entering, Tommy Thomas was unprepared for her office, large in scale, bathed in soft lamplight, it spoke of wealth, power and intelligence. Gleaming hardwood floors accented by oriental rugs. Mahogany paneled walls, collectable oil paintings, bookshelves contained the works Shakespeare, Bryan, Keats, Shelly, Hemingway, Faulkner. From the white plaster ceiling hung a cut crystal chandlers. The furniture was classic and upholstered with. ..fuckkk."Anne-Marie shifted her hips like she was trying to get away, "Hey, c'mon, you know how I feel about that..." Yeah, it's just..." Tom sounded annoyed, "I mean, FUCK you have SUCH a good ass, you know, I just keep watching it, and--" Look, I told you, Tommy!" Anne-Marie batted away Tom's hand with her free arm. She continued, calmly, "I mean, what's the problem, I go all the way with you, don't I? Just let me jerk you now, and, first chance I get, we can go all the way again. Just, uh,. "Hello" he says shyly. "So where are you headed?" I ask. "Well we are headed to MIA. So I guess Miami." I laugh! "Funny. You could have a lay over there and be headed somewhere else. I'm not that blond I did think of that." "You're smarter than me cause I didn't think of that" he smiled. After talking and flirting for a hour or so I really looked at him. His deep green eyes so enchanting. He had this smile that turned up slightly in the corners making his lips look oh so kissable. His sandy.