In her early thirties, Richard's wife, Jenna, was still stunning, with a model-like stature; standing well over six feet in her socks. Women would kill for her seductively slim legs. Holly could never even attempt to imagine what it would be like to be that gorgeous, but she certainly knew she wouldn’t be working in a dentist’s office! “Bimbo!” Holly hissed under her breath and Miss Schmidt squirmed...
“Vha-a-a wah tat?”
“Oh nothing, Miss Schmidt. Just talking to myself. Just realized I left my lunch on the kitchen counter, at home.” Damn! There was nothing wrong with the old bird's hearing either! Holly quickly finished up with a polishing.
“You can rinse, now.”
“Nonsense,” Miss Schmidt muttered and pulled a slim sliver flask from her purse. “Brandy!”
Holly sent her out the door with
