It was an odd service call.
The instructions were quite specific as to the time I should be at the client’s location. Although past normal hours, I was not about to pass up the opportunity to get my foot in the door at the local University Library. I showed up at the appointed hour, and the library was dark except for a few lights inside. I knocked on the door loudly and waited.
Soon I heard the clicking of heels on tile beyond the door, the key in the lock and the door swung open. It was all I could do to not drop my tool bag! The woman that opened the door was…remarkable.
She was a short brunette dressed in a silk t-shirt, snakeskin skirt and black heels. Her leather jacket was on, but could do little to hide her ample cleavage. Her hair reminded me of Tawny Kitaen in that Whitesnake video, and it seemed to suit her. I could just make out the lace of her bra at the edges of the plunging neck-line. She looked me over with a critical eye over the rims of her glasses. I thought I detected something there, but could not tell what. View full article »