I heard him snap on the lights and he bade me to enter.I heard him snap on the lights and he bade me to enter. Yes, I'm sure that I was the last to realize that Sam was the manager. No wonder that waitress was pissed off; she was jealous of me, little old me. Go figure. Jake closed the door behind us. He handed me a dry towel and said, "now you just wait here. I'll go see what I can scare up." He left but returned rather quickly. In his arms was an old white fluffy robe! " Here", he offered, " just go into the bathroom and slip out of that wet dress and put this on. Then, after you've had time to compose yourself, we'll see about putting you back together." I gratefully took the robe and headed into his private bathroom. I slid out of the dress and after a quick inventory, also discarded my slip. The drink had started to dry and I was rather sticky. Spying the adjoining shower, I decided what the hell and undressed and slid into it. I was very careful to keep the water off my face and hair. Stepping out of what was the quickest shower I had ever taken, I then patted my now rather smooth and silky body dry. I noticed some Shower to Shower powder and doused myself liberally with it. I then put on the bustier and panties. Everything else was unfit. I sighed, put my foot into my heels, and opened the door. Sam was seated at his desk. On this desk was a steaming porcelain teapot with matching cups and saucers. He glanced up and smiled. "I thought that tea might help you relax. I know it always helps me." What a sweet gesture! Only, I have never cared for tea much but the idea seemed just perfect. I slid into the chair across from the desk. I took my tea and it was perfect. I immediately felt better. Sam started to tell me how he had acquired this bar and all. "I had been a loan officer for 8 years at the bank. In this capacity, I was expected to follow up on our clients. I came in here one noon. It was very quiet and empty. The owner, whom I had made the loan gave me coffee and showed me the books. It was phenomenal! In the 2 years in which the bar had operated, he had earned enough to pay off the loan." " We talked for quite a while that day. He was tired of the business and wanted to retire to Florida with his wife. With my knowledge of the loan history and having seen the books, I asked him flatly what he wanted for the place, lock, stock and barrel. |