That has certainly been my case, and of course I married one of them. The girl in this story is one that would make an impression on anyone. Her name ...is Louise Carson.Who is she you ask? Well when I was in puberty, Louise was Marys younger sister. Mary was my age 15 and Louise was about 14 at the time. Mary was the one, all of us geeky boys lusted after, she was the looker, but would never give any of us the time of day, let alone go out with us. Mary dated older boys the ones that had cars.. Funny; she hadn't bothered to call all weekend or Monday to see if I was all right. I guess she hadn't noticed I hadn't come home. Caller ID told the tale. I summarily rejected Susan's calls and instructed our office's receptionist not to put her through if she called there. My estranged mate switched tactics, and the cell's display came up "Private Caller".I wasn't about to be that easily fooled again, and let the calls go to Voicemail. On Tuesday afternoon I signed the lease-with-option on a. "Can you drive us to the hotel?"She was watching me but looked at Yvonne and Chloe for an instant. Then she nodded without saying anything.Yvonne still had enough clarity of thought to pass Savannah the keys to Monique's SUV. Savannah turned and went straight to it. Yvonne followed her, looking back over her shoulder to me. Chloe was still staring at me."Follow Yvonne." I instructed. She turned and did as she was told. Even under the influence of my Charm, she was following her need to be. ”Turning toward her voice he almost dropped a glass. Joni was standing in the doorway to the master bedroom. That was not unusual but what was unusual was that she was wearing a high thigh length red satin baby doll along with four inch high heeled shoes. Her hair was freshly brushed down.Nothing was said for a few moments with him taking in this erotic site she presented but then Joni said, “If you have some time there is something I want to show you.”Moving toward her Ted was hoping what she.