MAINTENANCE LOG BOOK Monday June 7 2010 - call 10:40 A.M. Apartment 601 Living room window stuck closed. Fix ASAP. "Hey kid, we got a call from Apartment 601. The lady up there needs a stuck window opened" Gus said to his young assistant, who was sitting with his feet up on the desk.
"Now get your tools together and head up there" he said, while pushing Matt's feet off the desk. "And how many times have I told you to keep your feet where they belong." "Sorry Gus, I don't mean any harm" Matt said as he got to his feet, stretching the length of his six foot, two inch frame.
He went to the workbench and checked his toolbox to make sure he would have what he needed for the job. After satisfying himself he had the right tools, Matt had picked up a can of silicone sliding compound and a short piece of 2" x 4".
Gus nodded approvingly. "For a college boy you ain't bad, I have to admit that. Did you learn that from your professors?" Gus asked, needling his younger colleague. Matt laughed good naturedly at the older man's jest. "Come on Gus, you know I didn't learn anything in college but how to meet co-eds. I learned from the old school of hard knocks, courtesy of my Uncle Vinny." Gus nodded in agreement. "How is your Uncle doing?
It's been awhile since I saw him." "Enjoying the fishing and his retirement in Florida the last I heard" Matt answered with a grin. "Now let me get this straight. I see you're still sitting there.
Does that mean that I get to handle this call on my own? I don't know if I can handle the awesome responsibility." Gus looked up and saw Matt was barely containing his laughter. "Funny college boy, what's the matter, don't think you're ready? Someday every bird flies the nest and today's the day. Now get going." As Matt headed out, closing the door behind him, Gus thought to himself, good luck kid, you may need it, and smiled .Shortly after Matt was ringing the doorbell of 601.
After a minute he heard a sultry voice asking who it was. "Building maintenance Ma'am, I'm here about the window" Matt answered. There was the sound of a lock being turned and the door slowly opened. Matt was confronted by a vision that took his breath away. The woman standing at the door was a stunning picture of loveliness. She stood at five feet, six inches tall in her bare feet, and was wrapped in a red silk robe cinched tightly at the waist, accentuating her womanly curves.
Her bosom was round and full and a generous portion was exposed to view by the plunging scoop neckline of her robe.
Her waist was small and waspish, contrasting with the swell of her voluptuous hips. Her hair was dark brown with some honey colored highlights and was swept up in a stylish updo. The woman's eyes were a dark brown with thick, feathery lashes. There was just a faint hint of lines around said eyes. Her ivory complexion was clear and fair and her lips were full and red and perfectly shaped for kissing, among other things.
For lips like these, many women had spent small fortunes, although in her case they were all natural. Realizing he was staring at her cleavage, Matt's face began to turn crimson and he cast his eyes to the floor. There he noticed her perfectly formed and pedicured feet, with her toenails painted an emerald shade of green, peeking from beneath the hem of her robe. He shuffled his feet and stammered something unintelligible while attempting to look the woman in her face.
She had a broad smile now, as if she knew and enjoyed the effect she was causing. The woman took a step back opening the door wider. "Come in please, don't stand in the hall like a beggar" she said softly, while beckoning Matt inside with a graceful wave.
Matt stepped inside the vestibule as the woman closed the door. She then walked deeper into the apartment while Matt followed. Matt found himself in a living room that was stylishly decorated in a subdued way. Beige and cream were the dominant colors in the room's palette. The furnishings looked to be expensive in an understated, tasteful way. Matt noticed the woman had stopped and was looking at him expectantly. "Ma'am, which window were you having difficulty with?" he asked trying to maintain eye contact with her.
As he spoke he saw a look of displeasure flit across her face. "I know I'm not young anymore" she said with a resigned sigh, "but I didn't realize I had crossed into ma'am territory yet." "N- n-no" stammered Matt "I wasn't saying anything like that. It's just part of my job to be polite to tenants.
It's not that you're old, I mean you look great for your age, not that it's a high age or anything I'm sure, I mean you look hot. Oh damn, sorry, I shouldn't say that either… " His voice trailed off as he realized his attempted apology might be digging a deeper hole for himself. He mentally kicked himself, the first job Gus sent him on solo and he was offending the lady in question with his poorly chosen words. It was no excuse that he was dazzled by her appearance, he thought ruefully.
"So do you go around telling all the women in the building how hot they are?" she asked "I wonder what management thinks of that?" "No I don't" Matt replied, flustered by her question, "I apologize to you again. If you want me to leave and to report me I understand." He was so embarrassed he couldn't look at her now.
"Well if you promise not to call me ma'am again I'll forgive you. My name is Monica by the way. And I don't mind hearing how hot I am, especially from a handsome young man like you." Surprised by what she said, Matt looked at Monica and saw she had a big grin on her face and a twinkle in her eye.
"Wow, I was worried for a minute that you were mad. My name's Matt and you really are beautiful Monica, since you don't mind hearing the truth." "What a charmer you are Matt" she said while coming closer to him, close enough that he felt her warm breath and smelled her perfume. Looking up at him she whispered "Do you really think I'm beautiful Matt or are you just being nice to an older lady?" "Now you're just messing with me Monica, anyone can see how beautiful you are and no one could call you old" he sincerely replied.
Matt was understandably shocked at what Monica did next. She opened the top part of her robe, revealing more of her creamy breasts. Monica then took Matt's free hand and placed it on the soft flesh of her breast.
To Matt, the skin felt hot to his touch as if she was on fire. He began to caress her, running his fingers lightly over her breast. It was large, a D-cup he guessed, and felt heavy in his hand. Meanwhile Monica's hand had strayed to the front of Matt's work pants where it began to explore his crotch.
As she began to massage him, all the free blood in the area flowed to his rapidly growing erection. Pleased with the reaction Monica's other hand began to tug at Matt's belt, loosening then unbuckling it. She swiftly undid his pants and pushed them down freeing his stiff erection. It sprang up with such force it almost smacked Matt's midsection.
Monica's hand snaked around his shaft and gently squeezed it, causing a moan to escape from Matt's lips. Monica sank to her knees on the Persian carpet so that her head was at the level of Matt's erection. She studied it closely as she began to slowly stroke it.
It was a good size and thickness and it had a curve to it, bending upwards in a shape similar to a banana. Monica could feel his blood pulsating through the veins as her hand continued playing his instrument. Noticing a drop of pre-cum at the tip Monica extended her tongue and licked it up with the tip. Matt gasped with desire as she then planted a kiss on his bulbous head.
Monica grasped his shaft at the base, opened her full, red lips and engulfed the head in her warm mouth and began to move her tongue against it, sending waves of pleasure from Matt's groin straight to his brain.
"Monica" Matt said with a pleading voice "before you go any further, I need to put my tool box down?" With a popping sound, Monica's lips released Matt's cock from her warmth and looked up at him.
"Oh, I'm sorry, why didn't you say something earlier, put it down but just let me continue using your personal tool." "Things were happening kind of fast, before I had a chance to think about it" he replied as he placed the tool box on the floor behind him. As he did this Monica removed her robe and put it down in front of her, then shifted her knees on top of it.
She again took his cock in her hand and began to lick the shaft from right above his balls in an upward motion until she reached the head. Gazing down at her, Matt was struck even more by her beauty. Totally uncovered now, Monica's ample breasts swayed as her mouth made love to his hard tool. He noticed that her breasts hung low from their weight, though there was very little sagging, no doubt due to the phenomenal shape she was in. Though concentration on anything but the pleasure she was giving him was difficult, Matt did notice the toned muscles all over her body, especially her round, firm buttocks.
Monica took him in her mouth as deep as she could, before slowly sliding her lips back until just Matt's head remained in her.
She then put a hand on each of Matt's hips and practically impaled her mouth on his hardness. Monica rapidly began working up and down his length, taking Matt to the back of her mouth before pulling back. Just when Matt thought he couldn't take it any more, Monica released his cock from her wet mouth. Lifting it up with her slim, manicured fingers she worked her mouth down to his testicles.
She first teased them with her tongue, gliding the tip around the sac, leaving a light trail of her saliva as she went. Then she worked her head beneath them, so that she was looking up at Matt's face, and then took a ball into her inviting mouth. Monica rolled her tongue gently around it, while her lips lightly sucked on his sac. Matt's hand began to caress Monica's hair as he looked down at her face. Monica returned his gaze before winking at him devilishly.
She then moved her mouth to his other ball while continuing to maintain eye contact with him. Monica's hand began to slowly stroke him, working Matt from the base of his thick shaft up to the leaking head, then back down again. After a few minutes of this, Matt was thrusting his hips forward slightly in time with her strokes when Monica changed tactics.
She removed her mouth from Matt's ball, and tilted his cock down to a ninety degree angle from his body. Swiftly she swallowed as much of him as she could fit in her eager mouth and began to sloppily work his tool, getting it nice and wet.
Monica then brought up her breasts and wrapped them around Matt's balls and shaft, while keeping just the head in her mouth.
She swirled her tongue back and forth over the head while continuing to rub her breasts over his hardness. Matt held her shoulders with both hands now and began sliding his cock back and forth between her succulent mounds.
Her mouth continued its attention on his engorged head, pushing Matt to the edge of release. "Oh that feels so good Monica, please don't stop, I'm almost there, almost there, oh God I'm cumming" Matt gasped out right before erupting. Monica engulfed his cock in her full bosom as Matt began shooting thick jets onto the tender flesh of her chest and neck, coating her with the fruits of her labor. Matt grasped his hardness and squeezed the last few drops onto her breasts.
Monica stood up, with a look of satisfaction on her face, her soft hand reaching and holding Matt's cock. Matt leaned down and kissed Monica full on the lips as his hand pulled her head toward him.
The two kissed passionately, exploring each others lips and tongues for the first time. Matt's free hand found its way to Monica's full ass, squeezing the firm flesh in his calloused hand, lifting and pulling her toward him. Monica broke the kiss and resisted Matt's direction. She began to move away while tugging Matt by his cock. Monica beckoned him with the finger on her free hand, urging him on. "Come on Matt, I want to show you my bedroom" she said with a wicked grin on her face, and then continued pulling Matt, who with his pants bunched around his ankles gamely shuffled forward into her boudoir.
At that moment the only thing Matt noticed about the room was the large bed Monica was drawing him towards. As they moved Matt removed his shirt and dropped it to the ground. They stopped with Monica's back to the bed, her leg grazing the soft cool sheet. Her eyes appraised his firm muscular torso, took in the light pattern of hair across his pectoral muscles with a dark trail leading down to his groin where Monica still held tightly to him.
Matt moved his head down and placed a light kiss on her full, red lips then reached with both hands and caught Monica unaware, gently pushing her onto the bed on her back. She released him as she fell. Matt bent down and frantically began untying his boots.
He pulled them off one by one, then began pulling his legs out of his pants when a sharp smack connected against his ass. Matt straightened up as he finished extricating himself. "That was mean of you, pushing me down, when you are so much bigger and stronger than me" Monica pouted at Matt, before sticking out her tongue at him.
"You big meanie." Smiling down at her, he replied "Just wait Ma'am, you haven't seen anything yet. I'll show you mean." Monica's face registered shock at how he addressed her, right before she let out a shriek as he launched himself onto the bed. Matt landed beside her, from there he moved his body over hers. He leaned down and kissed her upturned lips while placing his right forearm upon the mattress for support.
She struggled to escape his grasp when his left hand found its way down her lush body, brushed past her downy patch and ended between her supple thighs. As his fingers grazed her sex Monica melted towards him and she returned his kiss hard. The edge of Matt's hand plowed the furrow between Monica's plump lips, the friction adding to her already overheated internal furnace.
She clamped her legs together trapping Matt's hand between them. He responded by wriggling his hand, continuing to stimulate her and causing her to squirm. Matt stepped up the pressure by moving his head down to her large breast and taking her prominent areola and nipple between his lips and sucking softly, which made Monica moan in pleasure. After a minute he switched to her other nipple and lavished equal attention there. The whole time Matt continued rubbing her lips. They were soaked by this time from his ministrations.
Matt's mouth continued it's journey down her body, exploring her ribs and then down to her flat midsection, bestowing little kisses as it went. Matt shifted his body off the bed while freeing his hand. He grasped Monica by her hips and shifted her body to accommodate his desire. Her ass was at the edge of the bed with her legs hanging off the mattress. Matt knelt on the floor between her legs and lifted them up in the air with her knees bent. He guided them so that her feet rested on his back.
"Matt I want you inside me so bad, please" Monica said to him, with naked desire in her voice. "Soon" he answered "but I have to taste you first." He observed her damp reddish-pink lips glistening, framed partially by her light patch of neatly trimmed hair and he could smell her musky fragrance which was intoxicating him. He bent his neck forward until his mouth almost touched her treasure. Matt's tongue extended from between his lips and lightly traced the outline of her plump lips, starting just below where her clit peered out from it's hood.
He worked down her length, reaching the bottom of her lip, before slowly working his way up the other. Matt repeated this again and again, until Monica thought she would go crazy. He would come tantalizingly close to her clit but always managed to avoid making direct contact. Tiring of that, Matt then began lapping down the center of her pussy, splitting the lips and running his tongue against the inner walls of her sweetness.
He drove his tongue as deep inside her as he was able to, sampling her juices. Monica grabbed his hair and pushed him up against her, at the same time grinding her hips forward into his face.
This made Matt increase his efforts, accelerating the speed of his tongue.
Monica now held his head with both hands and continued pushing into him, her clit colliding against his nose with every roll of her hips. Monica's breathing had increased rapidly as she moved closer to her release, then she felt her face flushing red as orgasm overtook her.
She let out a low moan and her thighs clamped around Matt's head from the force of her cumming. Matt never stopped tonguing her during the entirety of her orgasm, ignoring his pulled hair and compressed head. As her spasms lessened he spread her legs wider, freeing his head and removed his tongue from the depths of her wetness.
The lower half of his face was coated in the aromatic juices of her sex.
He smiled at her, then began to flick at her clit with the tip of his tongue. Matt started to trace little circles with his tongue around her clitoris, occasionally stabbing the clit directly. Monica felt weak in the legs from her orgasm and lay there recovering. Meanwhile Matt's quick moving tongue soon was pushing her to the edge of pleasure once again.
With a final flick, Monica ascended the height of bliss once again. It started at her clit and rippled throughout her body from her toes and fingertips to the top of her head and all points in between, causing Monica's body to tremble from the force of her release. Finally satisfied with his efforts, Matt rose from his knees, keeping his body between Monica's thighs. He bent his knees bringing his pelvis into alignment with hers, then leaned down and planted his lips against Monica's soft mouth.
She eagerly responded to his kiss and sucked his tongue deep into her warm mouth. During their kiss, Matt's hardness repeatedly brushed against her wet pussy, sending jolts of pleasure to Monica's brain.
"I need you in me now Matt, I can't wait anymore" she said insistently. Her hand grasped his erection and guided the head to the entrance between her swollen lips. Matt pushed his hips forward a tiny bit, just enough for his cock head to enter her, then he stopped. While this took place his eyes never left hers for a second. "Don't tease me" Monica pleaded as she tried to work herself onto him further, but was stopped by Matt's hands which seized her legs and held them in place.
"Wait…" Matt said as he withdrew half of his head from her. He looked into her eyes and saw the want and desire in them, the same emotions that were attempting to control him at that moment. He paused another moment while their eyes stayed locked together, mirroring their needs. Matt then slowly began pushing himself into Monica's core. Her inner muscles slowly yielded to his intrusion, her wetness easing the way forward, her flower opening up for him. Matt didn't stop until he felt himself totally engulfed inside her, his balls nudging against her ass and their pubic bones separated only by mutual skin and muscle.
During this time, neither broke eye contact from the other, each feeding off the others' pleasure. Matt broke the silence first, his pleasure forcing him to speak. "Oh Monica, you feel so good, you're so tight and wet, I don't know how long I can last like this inside you before I cum but I have to try." Matt then pulled back some before driving it deep, causing a whimper of pleasure to escape Monica's lips.
That little cry seemed to drive Matt to a frenzy as he began to rapidly piston back and forth into the wet folds of her burning flesh. He struggled to regain a semblance of control over his body and after a minute he managed to slow his wild rutting.
Matt straightened his torso up, then placed Monica's toned legs against his chest and shoulders. With his hands now free for the moment, Matt slid them under Monica and positioned them just above her big ass and laced his fingers together to support her. He then flexed his knees, lifting Monica's lower torso off the bed a few inches. Smiling at her, Matt then began to slide in and out of her glistening pussy. He marveled at the tightness of Monica and at how her muscles allowed him to sink all the way in, yet seemed to resist any retreat by his thick member.
Matt angled his thrusts upward with every stroke, sliding his cock against the front wall of her pussy, doing his best to stimulate her sensitive G-spot. His curved shaft amplified and enhanced the pleasure he was giving to her.
As her orgasm neared she uttered a series of low moans. Matt sensed that Monica was close and redoubled his efforts, thrusting in and out of her vulva with short, powerful strokes. Monica felt herself carried to the edge of release and joyfully let herself go.
"Yes Matt, don't stop, I'm almost there, oh God yes, don't stop, yes I'm there, I'm cumming ooohh" she cried out as she exploded internally, drenching Matt's shaft with her juices, which then flowed around it to seep out of her. Matt gently lowered her trembling body to the mattress, still buried inside her wetness, while he gazed down at Monica's face with a tender look on his face. As her facial muscles relaxed after the intensity of her orgasm, Matt slowly pulled out of her.
He bent down and pressed his lips to her mound and drank down any escaping nectar his mouth could reach, before lapping at any juice still inside her paradise. Raising his head, Matt looked directly at Monica's face, raised an eyebrow and said "I wouldn't have thought it was possible for you to look better, but you look even more beautiful when you cum." Monica smiled at him, but the retort she had thought of died on her lips when she saw the utter sincerity on Matt's face.
Shaking her head at what she saw as his foolishness, Monica sat up and ran her fingers through his short brown hair.
"You're nuts, sweet but nuts or maybe blind but I don't care. Now give me a kiss" Monica said extending her arms toward him.
She didn't have to ask twice as Matt eagerly complied. He embraced her and began kissing her passionately. Monica wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist while returning his kisses. After a few minutes of this she realized that his erection was pressed between their bodies, neglected. Monica broke the kiss and disentangled her limbs from him.
"Matt get on the bed and lay on your back, it's time for me to take care of you now. And I won't take no for an answer- so move it" she ordered. "Yes Ma'am" he answered with a twinkle in his eye. As Matt crawled past her on the bed, Monica delivered a playful swat to his butt. "I thought you weren't going to call me ma'am anymore" she said with mock offense. "Well I never actually said that" Matt answered "besides my calling you that has worked out pretty well for me so far." Her brown eyes flashing, Monica got off the bed and walked out the door only to return in less than a minute with her discarded robe in hand.
Putting it on the bed next to him, she then climbed onto the bed and straddled Matt's torso. He was lying on his back with his hands behind his head and his erection still stood tall and proud. Monica grabbed the sash to her robe and began to loop it around a rail of her brass headboard. She then brought it down to Matt's wrists, where she secured it to them with a knot. He raised an eyebrow but said nothing.
She tested her handiwork, then slid her body down his, her wet lips rubbing his skin the whole way, exciting them both further. Monica had considered teasing Matt to teach him a lesson due to his calling her ma'am, but between her wanting him back inside her badly and for all the pleasure he had given her, she decided against it. Straddling him on her knees, Monica reached back and took his cock in hand, and brought it to the entrance to her wet hole.
Her lips opened in anticipation of him and she sank down his rigid member to the base, causing him to moan in pleasure. She placed her hands against his muscular chest and began to work herself up and down him slowly. As she did, she repeatedly tightened then released her vaginal muscles, giving Matt the most unbelievable sensations. Little did he realize that not only did Monica do her kegels everyday, in her varied exercise routine she did many other exercises that strengthened her whole pelvic region.
Matt might not have known this, but he certainly benefited from it as Monica began to increase her tempo, all the while squeezing him hard. She leaned down towards Matt, bringing her breasts within range of his mouth. He eagerly tilted his head up and began to suck on one of her erect nipples as she continued riding him for all she was worth.
Knowing he was close, Monica gave his cock one last squeeze as hard as her internal muscles could tighten and felt him swell inside her. Matt's moans were muffled by her bosom as he began to cum. Monica felt him shoot one, then another spurt of hot cum deep inside her. He continued discharging as she locked her lips onto his for a lengthy kiss. By the time she broke it, he had finished cumming and lay under her motionless.
As his erection began to shrink Monica busied herself untying Matt's hands. Once they were free, she slid off him and lay on her side flush against his satisfied body. She could feel his semen oozing out of her and down to her leg. Monica rested her head on Matt's chest while her hand reflexively reached down and took his softening cock and held it. "That was so incredible Monica" he said "you are amazing." Matt leaned over and nuzzled her hair with his lips and put an arm around her shoulder.
Monica sighed with satisfaction, then answered " Thanks, you weren't so bad yourself either." They stayed like that awhile, recovering from their lovemaking. Matt sank into the 800 thread count Egyptian cotton sheets and closed his eyes, basking in the luxurious feeling. He only meant to close his eyes for a minute. Matt awoke an hour later, with Monica sleeping peacefully next to him. He carefully sat up, gently moving his arm from her, before slipping off the bed.
Matt reached down for his pants and started to dress. When he picked up his shirt he noticed Monica had opened her eyes and was staring at him. "Are you leaving baby?" she asked him. "I have to" Matt replied, while buttoning his shirt "I fell asleep and I've been here a long time. But before I go show me the window so I can work on it." Monica laughed, then said "It's okay, it only sticks a little, I'm what needed the attention and you sure gave me some." She got out of bed and walked toward the living room, naked, with Matt following her.
As he grabbed his tool box he saw Monica fiddling in a purse. Matt reluctantly headed toward the door where Monica met him. They shared a long soulful kiss, during which he felt her hand slip into his pants pocket and give his tired soldier a squeeze. She opened the door a small amount while remaining behind it and Matt headed out. He heard it close and the lock being turned.
When he returned to the super's office Gus had a big smile on his face. "So you fix that window kid. You had time to replace it and then some." Not wanting to lie, Matt tried to think of something to explain the amount of time he'd spent in 601.
"Well the thing of it is Gus&hellip." he began but he drew a blank. "Don't worry kid, I was young once too, so I can figure it out. The lady up there requested you in particular so don't bother explaining." Matt was dumbfounded at that information. "Me, but she didn't know me, I don't think I've ever seen her before today or I'd remember." "Well she must have seen you and you sure made an impression on her I'm thinking.
Ah if only I was young again" Gus said wistfully. She's sure made an impression on me now, Matt thought to himself, then thought of something else. "You still could have taken the call Gus, why didn't you?" he asked. "What are you thick, kid. I said she asked for you. If I went, the only thing I would have touched would have been the window.
I'm too old for her. She's one of those, what are they called, oh yeah, cougars. I heard one time this prick lawyer from the third floor tried hitting on her. This bastards in his forties, younger than me, and she practically laughed in his face. He tried even harder, saying how rich he was and what not, and she said- well if you have a son and he's not a jerk like his father, have him ask me and she left him speechless.
But he's a real prick and doesn't tip or anything so the doorman who saw this spread it around the building. But the doorman told me he asked her out once, and she said she only dates younger guys. No accounting for experience, I guess." "Ok, thanks Gus you're all right" Matt answered, but he thought about what the man said and wondered.
At the end of his shift, Matt was changing to his street clothes, when he noticed something in his pants pocket. He reached his hand in and came out with some folded bills. He examined the money and saw there were three fifty dollar bills.
Matt realized that Monica must have put them there as they said goodbye. He didn't know what to think. He was somewhat offended. If he had fixed her window and she had tipped him that would be fine. But after what had happened, did she think that she was paying him for that, or that he would want money for that. Part of him wanted to go upstairs right now and ask her, but it might turn out badly. He headed out onto Madison Avenue still torn.
Maybe she meant well by it and didn't mean to offend. Maybe women who liked younger men thought that was normal, or maybe on the upper east side where everyone had money they just threw it around like confetti.
He didn't want to keep it, though to just hand it back to her would be awkward. Then Matt had a revelation. He took a detour from the #6 station, and headed to Lexington and 78th. Matt entered the flower shop and smiled at the heavyset young woman at the counter. "May I help you sir?" she asked pleasantly. "Yes you can" he answered "I'm interested in some roses in a vase, or maybe more than one vase worth.
I'd like to see the selection. By the way, can I still have them delivered today?" "Yes sir, delivery until 7:00 PM.
Would you like to fill out a card with that?" "I most certainly would" Matt answered. Monica was finishing her Thai takeout later that evening when her phone rang. "Hello" she answered. "Yes Ms. Reinauer, this is James in the lobby. I'm calling you to let you know you have a delivery here and would it be alright to send it up.
Ok fine I'll send it up now." He hung up the and told the deliveryman "You can go now - apartment 601." Monica hung up the phone and wracked her brain trying to figure out what it could be, but only drew a blank. In a few minutes, the doorbell rang and Monica opened it and saw a deliveryman struggling to carry two large vases filled to the brim with long stemmed red roses. When she tried to tip him, he refused and said it was all taken care of.
After he left Monica opened the card. It said - To M A really sexy woman. I hope these roses, though far short of your beauty, will bring you a fraction of the pleasure I received meeting you today. Matt