“I guess it’s little!” he remarked to the nonexistent hem and deepest plunging neckline she’d ever worn for him.Her dress was held in position... around her neck like a halter top. It plunged incredibly wide and low revealing the inner halves of her breasts. The hem ended very high above her knees and turning around to model it for him, the rear plunged down to the small of her back. A side view showed the form of her breasts where they meet her body.She stepped closer to him, “I love this. She probably had breast implants, but they were not that big, perfect for her body shape, and simply looked perfect. She wasn't just out of his league, she was out of everyone's league.They spoke a few times here and there, and surprisingly, she gave him her number at the end of the night along with her real name Jennifer. He didn't expect that, but it was welcome.They met for coffee a few days later and had a really good time. Jennifer was funny, and a fun person to be around. She had walked. It was part of the package when I hired on and we both agreed it was ok, do-able and acceptable as part of our overall plan.The fellow who led the training sessions in Atlanta, Del Mason choked on a piece of his lunch the first day we were there, Monday. Several of us from the class tried the Heimlich maneuver on him to no avail. He died right there in front of us. Distraught doesn't begin to describe how we all felt, but we were helpless to save him without the medical training we might have. So I did. So since his manager was done with him and nobody was buying drinks me and him caught ourselves a conversation. He quickly beat me to the punch and said yes he was. I smiled a bit and he returned it. If I had to describe him to you this would be it. He was 5 ft 8 dark hair somewhat tan type guy....picture a boy band and you got it. Tyler was his name and found out through our conversation that he just moved into the city a month ago and had him a apartment. I congratulated him as he.