Smitten
UPON ARRIVAL at the Delaware, Faye did not even have to open her taxi door. There were several porters who quickly ran over to assist her and open the entrance doors for her. She quickly garnished the looks of the staff, as her impressive feminine figure was heavily curved in the admirable places and slender in the rest. Her ensemble was electrifying. The lobby was expansive and impressive, even above the high standard of mid-town. There were people checking into their rooms and shuffling to the elevators, but the majority of the flow was prompted through the lobby by a large, arrowed sign upon the entryway, “The Delaware’s Fifth Annual Wine Tasting on The Veranda.”
Faye had only heard of the Delaware, and upon entrance into the Veranda, it exceeded what she had imagined. A beaut
