He'd come back with the salesman, sit on the edge of the salesman's desk, right in front of the customer and convince him or her or them that he could...n't afford to cut the price that much, then proceed to sell them the car with undercoating, Scotchguard on the upholstery, a deluxe alarm system and a six CD upgrade, all the while sending them away with a smile on their face. He got commissions on the extras plus a cut of the salesman's commission. The salespeople were happy because their closing. When we returned to the apartment, I asked Kris what she thought. Terry had joined us and we were having coffee in the kitchen.“What do you really do for a living?” Kris asked.The question was puzzling. She knew the answer already. But I repeated it. “I just invest my money. You know that.”“Sweetie, what do you need 23 people in your office for? What is there for them to do? Know something?”“What?”“I think they were doing things that had been saved up just for the occasion of your visit. And it. Her heels clopped on these wood floors and her skirt fit her well. A necklace dangled below her neck, near her breasts, in subtle professional beauty. Her sleek auburn hair was held back in a cute business bun. Damn it had been too long since I'd spent more than a few hours with her. We weren't raised in the tech bro part of California or the glammy movie start part of California either. We grew up surrounded by flat fields, suburbs, and cattle. It must've been a few weeks after high school. Her pussy still steamed from the pawing her father had given her that morning, while she ate her breakfast cereal, massaged his cock and watched the climax of his latest porn flick on the kitchen TV. He just loved her tits, for which he had paid a lot of money, and her tight-lipped pussy, which he claimed to own. “You’re gonna wow `em, kid,” he had told her, patting her shapely ass after they disentangled. “New schools are always a pain, Daddy,” she had pouted as she used a paper towel between.