Style was interviewing him and he wanted her to hire him. "I can do anything you need done," he said."I've talked to some other people, but I like you... best, so far, and Tonya's opinion of you was very favorable."Thank you, Miss Tonya, he thought. Now the hard part. "So how much—" Rather than pay by the hour, I'd give you three hundred dollars for the initial clean up, then one hundred a week for the pool and lawn. I may ask you to do some odd jobs here and there, but we'd negotiate those at the. ”“I don’t know, the Chronicle, I guess.”Zoe found the number, and then looked at me, “Ready?”“No, but go ahead and dial anyway.”She gave me a reassuring smile as she dialed, which actually helped settle me down a little bit.“Houston Chronicle?” a voice said when they answered.“Hi, I’d like to talk to one of your reporters.”“What is this regarding?”“I have information on a story, a ... ahh ... tip, I guess.”“Which department did you need to talk to?”I started to respond but wasn’t sure what she. She was washing her hair, the suds running down her back into the valley formed by the perfect orbs of her ass. She rinsed her hair, picked up the soap and proceeded to wash her long curvaceous body. She reached down to soap up her long shapely legs giving me a clear view of her exposed womanhood, smooth, with a thin covering of downy orangey-red pubic floss over her mound, her labia blooming forth like the pink petals of a young flower. She put her hand holding the soap behind her body rubbing. Black boots.He smiled at her as she opened the door. "I'm so sorry to have bothered you so late at night. I'm sure you were in bed." he said as his eyes looked her over.She was even sexier than he thought. "It's alright, come inside, we're letting all the heat out." she said. Little Whiskey came flying into the room at the stranger standing next to his mistress and started to bark."Hush Whiskey, lay down!"Whiskey jumped onto the couch. The stranger smiled at her and the little dog. He had a.