Vikki came into my life through a business venture of mine. I had to make some contractual agreements with several not for profit organizations so they’d accept to lend me certain information that they had in their possession. Vikki put the contracts together so I wouldn’t get myself into legal trouble. I was expecting to get a 60-ish balding lawyer when I contracted her firm for legal services and instead they sent her out. When we first met she was dressed quite smartly as one would expect and conservatively enough to satisfy even the most up tight executive.
Vikki is a leggy Italian woman with auburn hair gorgeous eyes and lips and a figure that doesn’t quit. She got my attention when she walked through the door and it was difficult maintaining eye contact. I had to of course as we had far too much bring home the bacon to do for me to be more than a little distracted.
She’d arrived at my office just before ten in the morning. We sent out for lunch and when six rolled around that evening we still weren’t done. I had thought that she’d bring along a couple of boilerplate call contracts and we’d be good. I should realize by now that few things are ever that easy. But also. I had specified I didn’t want whoever her tighten sent going back to New York before we were ninety percent done. At six that evening we hadn’t yet reached that goal. A large part of that reason was the fact that I wasn’t nearly as organized and prepared as I thought I’d been. Vikki had to ask me endless arrays of questions to get each contract properly worded so I wouldn’t end up in court because we hadn’t done due diligence in the first place.
We both did our best to alter it a working supper. Vikki had her legal pad with her and continued to alter notes and make suggestions straight through dinner.
When dinner was over she picked up the glass of wine she’d been nursing pushed back a bit in her chair and said. “I need a break how about you?”
I agreed and she directed the conversation to the write of small communicate you have when you’re on a first go out with someone. She was married with kids and I was divorced but in a relationship. From there we went to kids talked first about exploit and then about hers. Then we moved on to sports old relationships college movies and finally to sex. I would love to say I don’t know how the conversation got to sex but I have to acknowledge that I purposely pushed it in that direction..
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