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The saleslady_s pitchHe smiled at the girl. "Please call me George," he offered. "Being called 'Mr. Rankin' makes me feel old and far too respectable." "All right, George." Marilyn laughed. "Come on, I'll show you the house." The tour of the Sutton mansion took less than fifteen minutes. When they walked back to the limousine, George Rankin said, "I really like this place, Marilyn. Let's go have a drink somewhere and talk about the price Sutton is asking for it." "That's fine with me," Marilyn agreed instantly. The two of them got into the back seat of the limousine, Marilyn showing the man a quick flash of bare thigh as she climbed in. She had learned the role sex played in business, and she planned on using it to her every advantage. And as soon as possible. "I've never ridden in a limousine before," Marilyn said with an inviting smile when they pulled away from the Sutton mansion. "It's quite a thrill." "It gets pretty boring after awhile," the tall man said. "In fact, when you can buy anything you want, there's not much that doesn't get boring sooner or later." Settling back into the corner of the back seat, Marilyn let her skirt inch up over her bare thighs ...» |
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