Deanna took a deep breath. She'd been rehearsing this in her head for days, and now it was here. She was nervous, but determined."OK, well, lets go ch...ronologically. I met Jordan at his loft down town about five months ago. It was another standard staging job – a two bedroomed loft that, honestly looked like a jocks dorm room. All baseball pennants on the walls and glossy black furniture. I'd seen apartments like it before – usually in divorced guys. It was obvious what I needed to do, and. When we returned, both Charlene and I had made sales. She said to Mom, "This new sales talk will work out much better. I made one sale after covering the first point. That took only five minutes instead of the usual twenty."Mom replied, "It's been a challenge. I'll keep working on it. I want to develop a new message for the health food plan. The one they have sounds like a government warning label."At bedtime, Tyler came in for his good night kiss. He kissed her first standing up and then eased. ‘Christ what time is it?’ She asked blearily. ‘Half ten, I just got in and found you in a heap here! Long night with your friend Andy?’ Delia snickered. ‘Not bloody likely! He’s a beast. Do you know that he demanded that I meet him at The Prancing Pony for seven next Friday? What unmitigated gall!’ ‘He seemed quite interested in you last night,’ Delia said with a giggle. ‘Even with my arse pressed against his cock all he could talk about was you! So are you going?’ ‘Bugger off Delia!’ Delia. “Guys! Now that I have your attention… I want you all to take one step to the left!” The guy next to me gives me a little push so I am at the end of the bar, standing in front of the girl who had pulled you at the beginning, and the new guy in front of you is also already hard. The girls on the bar start singing and cheering again, as the bullhorn girl again tells the girls to put their arms back on the bar again, which they all do, but you don’t reach back as far, and your legs remain pressed.