She was a teenager, which was hard to fathom. He'd been there from age 3 to 8, years that offered little hint as to young adulthood. "No, I just calle...d because -- is this an okay time? I actually thought I'd get your voicemail..."She didn't want to talk to him, he realized. This was awkward and weird for her. Well, of course it was. "I had the day off," he said. "It's all right, Cain, what's up, what do you need?" That was such a parental thing, he realized, his knowing she wasn't calling to. I felt a little conscious and crossed my arms. She sensed my nervousness and took my arms put them out to the side. 'Don't be shy.' She said. I started to relax. My hair was long, so she schooled it up, and push it over my shoulder so it hung over the front. As she did so her fingers brushed my neck, sending shivers down my spine. The shop assistant looked at me in the mirror and smiled. She got her tape measure and put it around my back then around to the front, as she did so her hand lightly. For the last two days he has been engaged in negotiations with UnitedFutures Incorporated concerning the acquisition of a small oil production plant that his company – Kurienkov Holdings – owned which had control of the primary distribution line that ran from the Caspian Sea, through the Ukraine and up into Germany. UnitedFutures had made him a very good offer – rather too good in her opinion – however it had failed to inspire him to sell. His name is Viktor Kurienkov…and now he is her target. "Sure I can," she said. "I did. It was easy." And what if you're pregnant?" I asked."I'm not," she said."But what if you are?" I insisted."But I'm not!" she insisted back."Tell that to the thousands of unwed pregnant teenagers in this country," I shot back."What's the big deal?" she asked. "If you're that worried about it, I can always get an abortion."I almost did end up in the ditch then. Luckily there was a cross road and I used it to come to a stop out of the way of traffic.I turned to her,.