"I jumped back with a start and turned to find myself being confronted bya high class woman. She appeared to be a company executive and wasdressed fo...r more than success. She was wearing a very expensive looking,white miniskirt suit. The fitted jacket was unbuttoned, reveling a blackshirt with the top two buttons undone. Her shoes were white, three inchspiked high heels. The only jewelry I could see were a pair of diamondstud earrings, a long thin gold necklace descending deep into her. Manacor--"Jest cahl me Salli-Ann"--delivered two brimming tumblers of the ruby liquid and Cindy drank deeply. The sangria was pleasant tasting, very refreshing, with a combination sweet-tart taste hard to identify. A fruit punch? No... the fruit taste was in the background, Cindy thought as she ran her tongue around her lips. A wine base, plus... what? She finished her glass in three more swallows, excused herself from Howard, who was explaining what was wrong with the Buick he had been. August rolled around and I still didn’t have a job. I got called for another interview at a job one hundred miles east of Houston and decided I would do whatever it took to get this job. I had dressed conservatively (for me anyway) when I went to the other interviews; always a nice business suit with a skirt that within a couple of inches of my knee. I decided I needed to use all my assets to get this job. The skirt I chose only reached halfway down my thigh. My red lacy bra could be seen. She was looking over at us, casting an inviting smile."So you're Sammy Oldham. I've been hearing all about you," Cindy said as soon as we took our places on the dance floor."In that case I'm surprised you're dancing with me," I said, getting a feeling that she was flirting with me, not something that I wanted to happen right then."Margaret says you're sweet and I would always take her word over Paula's," she said, like it was a speech she had been practicing. She sort of leaned in to me, making.