And my legs felt like utter Jell-O. It was magnificent! “Was it worth the wait?” I asked, chuckling softly. He grinned and landed a half-hearted s...lap on my ass, “Definitely. Not waiting another year, or even a week to do that again.” “Better not.” We eventually got dressed and left the building with promises to keep our trysts between us. I hadn’t slept that well in a very long time. * The next morning, I strolled into my office and greeted Gladys. “Good morning, Miss Rhowe. You have a. “For every point that one of us scores in tennis the other has to take off a piece of clothing. The winner can ask one wish of the other and they must do it.”“Haven’t you been watching? I’m beating you left and right!” I said as I was getting to my feet.“Yes, but I figure the only way I’ll win at this rate is if I distract you somehow….” Like I said, we both liked to win.Let me take a moment to describe Nichole, as she looked right then. Standing about 5’4 with dirty blond hair, small but perky. The gallery was huge. There were half a dozen different rooms and the fact that my work was taking up an entire gallery seemed to have the staff on edge.“Ah, Mr. Ames,” another guy in a suit said as we came into the room. “I’m Mr. Caldwell, as in Caldwell Galleries.” Hmm. There wasn’t going to be any first names here, I could tell. Apparently, my jeans weren’t what was expected of an artist in New York.“Pleased to meet you, Mr. Caldwell.” He ignored my offered hand.“This gallery is too big for. It was a completely pathetic thing to say yes to. To buy her used pantyhose was to admit to being a freak and a loser, and why should I give her my money after being treated like a dog all morning? I was listening to hear if Catherine was giggling, but she wasn’t. ?Or maybe I’ll just force you to pay for the taxi anyway? Monica said. She taken her foot out of my mouth, now pressing my nose upwards with her moist toes. I pictured her twisting my fingers, slapping my face and pulling me around.