Jefferson. She thought that it must be the most deluxe building in Chicago if they could afford a receptionist in addition to a doorman. The woman smi...led, pointed out the penthouse elevator, and told her to go right up. She took the elevator to the penthouse and was greeted by the butler who showed her into a room that appeared to be the library. Walking through the apartment, she was impressed with both the excellent taste and the money evident in the furnishings. Then her heart sank as she. He pointed to the grooming table, that had been completely refurbished to his specifications and dared Mr. Lodge to fine his cameras. After a fruitless search Mr. Lodge gave up.Stan was proud of this masterpiece. The table itself was now much wider than necessary for grooming dogs, but would make a nice bed for the unsuspecting girls. He took out from his toolkit a fiber optic cable and explained to his pal that he worked out a way to use it to send images to the lens that was in a different. How could I pass this up, I was down, but still could not speak."I'll take that as a yes, come on over, we're in apartment 8C. Stan our doorman will let you up," Tina said.She hung up the phone, and I rushed to put something on. I ran down the stairs and went across the street. I went in and Stan let me up there. I was just in a pair of shorts, panties and a shirt with no bra. I got up to their door and before I could even knock, Tina opened the door and she was still naked."Wow, you are much. ”Sam walked me into a lunch room that had been transformed into a country barn, complete with bales of hay and paper on the walls painted to look like rough cut wood. Country music blasted from the DJ’s speakers and a few brave couples were on the dance floor. Tables were set up around the room with centerpieces made of red ribbon, green pine needles, and battery powered tea lights which gave the dark room an intimate glow.“Wow,” I said. “They went all out.”“It was fun.” Sam tossed my overnight.