As I moved my personal effects into the design office adjacent to the aircraft hanger, someone caught my eye. It was a hispanic woman who looked to be in her mid-twenties.
I noticed that she was the secretary/receptionist there because she was seated in the front office area. She had a great smile, nice cascading black hair and a nice figure that reminded me of a coke bottle, which by the way, I was having with my lunch. Obviously, I was more hungry for her attention and affection than food.
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