The Tourist
The Tourist:She sat tall in the wood chair in front of my desk having just been plunked there by Burls and Heinz. She had positioned herself on the edge of the chair as if preparing to run. The door to my office slammed shut as they departed. She was thin with straight blond hair. She was still in her street cloths and one could observe she had small breasts under that white button down blouse. She was wearing black slacks which I liked better then the jeans typically worn by the ladies of her...