I Got a Terrific Offer

I have been traveling really hard for almost two months, although right now I do not even have a home to go back to. I was staying with this girl in Cambridge, but she got transferred to the Antwerp office and told me that she figured the relationship was over for now. At any rate my old boss got to talking on the phone with me and invited me out to Las Vegas for a meeting. I was in Colorado and I figured that there was not much reason not to go. A brunette escort in a Porsche 944 picked me up at the airport. I did not know what she did, but I could have guessed. I had a hard time looking her in the eye. She could have been a movie star, a swimsuit model or a beauty queen to look at her. Of course she was wearing a sheer white shirt with no bra under it and the Nevada sun was shining right through that shirt. I apologized for staring after she caught me, but she told me that lots of men had seen them and that she liked it.

She smiled and told me that Bob had told her to look after me while I was in Las Vegas and that he wanted me to say yes to his offer, no matter what he and she had to do to get me to there. I soon realized why. Bob had gone in a virtual retirement and the people he had left to run things had decided to plunder the place instead. His sales force had apparently gone into business for themselves. The place was a huge mess. Of course he still had an enormous amount of money and acted as though he was going to be just fine either way.