Startled by the door opening and entrance of an unannounced visitor, I looked up from my desk to see a woman gliding toward me across the office floor. She was moving as if on roller skates, holding a burning cigarette in her right hand, and her left hand extended in my direction.  Both hands and arms were covered in elbow length white gloves; I stood when as she stopped only inches from the front of my desk.

“Hello Mr. Reno,” she offered with a smile and pleasant voice. “I’ve always wanted to meet you and…and well now here you are.”

“Yes…yes I guess I am,” I somehow managed, accepting her outstretched hand. “How may…how may I help you?”

She didn’t answer, but did release my hand before taking a healthy draw off her cigarette and blowing a mouthful of blue smoke out into the previously fresh air of my confined office.

“Please…please sit down,” I continued to stutter while walking around my desk and moving a padded chair close, then waving for her to use it.

“How may I help you Miss…Miss…” I repeated.

She accepted my invitation and slowly sat down, but not before using her left hand to smooth the rear of her dress. Still without speaking, she pulled an ashtray to the corner of my desk, giving her cigarette a place to rest.

“I’m sorry Miss…Miss…did we have an appointment?” I moved behind the desk and returned to my chair.  “Sometimes I forget and sometimes my secretary forgets to remind me of these things.  It’s really not a problem, so please tell me how I may be of service?”

Without responding, she began removing her long white gloves one finger at a time - first the left then the right, revealing silky smooth hands with long nails and shiny red polish.  Then she neatly folded both gloves and placed them across her lap, giving me a chance to catch my breath and take a good look at my new visitor.

She was dressed in a long red dress with black and white trim; in fact the dress almost covered her ankles. Short black hair was sheltered with a small black hat and white earrings hung below, offering the perfect accent to her unusual outfit. Her complexion was flawless, highlighted by bright red lipstick and large paste-on eyelashes, drawing attention to a pair of gorgeous baby-blue eyes. The bulky dress didn’t permit much evaluation of her body, but from her manners I expected that she had all the right parts and pieces in all the right places, and knew how to get the most value from those parts and pieces.

I managed a peak at her feet while getting her seated and confirmed that she wasn’t wearing roller skates, but rather dark red high heels flanked by black net stockings – stockings that reminded me of netting I’d once seen on a fishing trip.

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