He wants us to be done in ninety days, but he keeps changing things. We did exactly as he asked and now it's not what he wants."She knew there had bee...n a heated exchange between Charley and the client a few days ago. Charley had sent him notice they were not going to be able to meet his demands and they were not going to work with him any longer.The customer was one of those super rich guys who thought his word was law and everyone should scramble to please him. He was furious, threatening to. Most of them felt like they deserved a discount on wine, since they would, naturally, mention it to their friends, or serve it at their fancy parties.Curious now, she turned and went into the house. She lived on the upper floor. The owner hadn't wanted to live on site. That was the only good thing about him. She sat down at the computer in her office and Googled "Bob Winkle"Five minutes later she gasped. "Well color me brown and call me shit faced!"It took another five minutes for her to. He reminded me of the punch line of the old joke about understanding a woman's mind, "How many lanes wide did you want that highway to be?"I mentioned that I should probably, for insurance purposes, bring in the more valuable pieces of jewelry that I'd purchased over the years, and have Tom update the appraisal. He told me, 'sure, anytime.'So we joked some more and laughed a little, until he handed me a check for the purchase price, and I left.My next stop was the bank, where, again, out of. While doing his knee she stroked his calf and then his thigh but then, noting a reaction she giggled and returned to his calf."Monkey!" grinned Tim."Yup!" An equally big grin.There was silence until she finished and sat back. "There!" she said. "Now, much as I'd like to I'm not going to join you in bed until your shoulder and knee are sufficiently healed but I am going to kiss you goodnight so lie down on your back."He did as he was told and Wendy straddled him. Taking care not to touch his.