What can YOU say in six sentences?
He spends the morning summarizing the month nineteen times, nineteen different ways, in fifteen-minute increments; tabulates the hours he’s spent on each client, broken down into discreet categories: direct or indirect support, billable travel, general paperwork, or client-related non-billable. By the time he’s finished, he can barely recall his own name, let alone who might have called him even just earlier this morning, or what they might have called him about.
“That’s what Triple-A’s for,” he says without immediately realizing that he’s talking to a tall, beautiful brunette in a halter top who’s never had any trouble getting a flat tire fixed.
By the time he registers the oversight, it too late to offer his services because he can see through the window that a couple of buff college boys have already jacked up her Subaru and are having a go at its lug nuts.
When they return, less than half an hour later, less than sweaty, she gives…Continue
He watches her perfect legs closely, mesmerized by how their perfection is enhanced by her jogging, her jogging shorts. He imagines her lying on his bed or the floor, her perfect legs soft and illuminated by the firelight, her jogging shorts lying on the floor between the bed…Continue