Anyway, back to my story. When she moved in, it was like the gods were apologizing for hands that I had been dealt in the past. The woman’s name was... Angel. Her parents must have known what they had when they named her, because she even looked like an angel. Golden hair and sapphire blue eyes. HOT. She had two kids…a boy and a girl. Beautiful children. They were only there on the weekends. Fine by me. At that time she was a mom and held almost no attraction for me. Soon, I found that during the. In high school, I got a job in a clothing store and I developed a real talent for selling a suit, shirt, tie, and shoes to match those socks folks come in to get. The discounts were a great perk, too. My once-boss, the guy who owned the store, offered me a partnership when I finished high school and I accepted. But I still work the floor. I like peeking in the changing booths and hitting on the clients too much to give it up. Plus, the profits started taking a hit when I left the floor.You may. ‘Sylvia’s been gone most of the time and so has Brenda, over at the riding academy,’ Karen said, apparently in response to a question her husband had asked her. Jason wasn’t sure what to do. He didn’t want to hear this conversation. The last thing he wanted was for her husband to intrude on the time he had with her, even though he knew he had no right to feel that way. He continued putting sandwiches together, but wished he had an excuse to go upstairs. ‘No, Sylvia’s been ignoring him, but it. That was both gratifying and depressing at the same time. Just as I was making my way out of the building, glad to be on my way home, I saw her. A tall, attractive blonde in her early to mid thirties. I shivered slightly at the sight, immediately recognizing Justine Themis, a lawyer who some of the guys secretly called the Ice Queen. She was one of the lawyers that you hear jokes about, the kind who NEVER loses a case, no matter how guilty you might know their clients to be. About six months.