Pre shopping.
I arrived at the apartment complex shortly before noon, the May sun was shining from a clear blue skin. I parked my car, and walked to the street door, unlocked it and up the stairs to the third floor, and toward the glass and steel door to Tiffany’s door. I tried the handle to see if it was looked, it was, I got my key out and opened it.
The apartment was big, the furniture and decor are something, but then again so are Tiffany. Hardwood floors, carved wooden panels. Everything that could be handcrafted was handcrafted, and not just handcrafted, but mastercrafted.
A young woman dressed in a pale pink silk bathrobe walked out of the bathroom, her blond hair slightly curled, and carrying a hair band on her wrist, and not wearing any make-up. “Oh, Jamie, do you remember that there is a doorphone system this appartment system, right?” She asked, slightly chiding. I lift a stained glass sculpure towards the light. “Tiffie, you do recall that I, pay the mortage on this apartment, right.” I asked as if it was a piece of trivia I just remember. She walked toward me, hugging me from behind, resting her chin on my should. “I remember Daddy.” She whispered with a smile on her lips. One of her fingers played with my belt buckle, another carressed the zipper on my jeans. “How about we go to the couch, you make yourself comfortable, and I show you, how much I appreciate that fact.” She whispered seductively in my ear.