Heather (Names have been changed) is a gorgeous thirty-something brunette. The day we met, she shared an elevator with me in the Empire State Building. I hit the button to go to the 58th floor, and she trotted in, just beating the doors. The smell of very expensive perfume chased in right behind her.
“Can you push 73 for me?” She asked. She leaned back on the rail that surrounds middle of the elevator’s...
