I started traveling from the Dominican Republic to Miami in 1989 to consult with a small import business. I'm an unassuming accountant. Not fancy or handsome. Just an average guy. I'd been living in the DR for several years and met my new clients while living there.
Peta met me at the airport and brought me to my client's Miami office the first day. I'd never met her, but she was the new wife of the owner's son and worked at the office. She was 5'10" tall and a model. She had been Miss Barbados a few years prior and had the most beautiful olive skin I had ever seen. She had lovely large lips and a round face that was pretty and feminine and sexy all at the same time. Her husband of six months was the office manager and a salesman. His main job was to travel to the Caribbean islands selling and he worked hard at it. I was to get the books in order and do some accounting for the office. Mainly, my job was to get the cash flow improved and to make sure that everything was under control. Everything would go as planned except for a few things that never quite got under control.
The first couple of times, I stayed at a local hotel. Typical travel work, but very boring, although Peta turned out to be quite a friendly party type who loved to tell dirty jokes, watch porn movies and also managed to introduce me to the local strip clubs. We became good friends and spent a lot of time working together while I was in town, since her job was in part to do the accounting for the company.
After a couple of weekly trips, we decided that I should stay with Peta and her husband in order to save money. Her husband was out of town traveling, but her brother had just arrived from St. Lucia and was staying at the house, too. He was a bit older than she, but was much more serious and didn't joke around much. Friendly enough but somewhat boring. Peta and I spent most of our time working and really didn't see him much except during the evenings when we all ate together.
My second evening at the apartment, Peta's brother went out with some clients and Peta and I had to fend for ourselves. We bought some pizzas and wine and stayed in, watching a couple of cable movies and joking a lot. We got to know each other on a more personal level and discussed our lives in greater detail. Basically, we got along well. The wine helped and we generally had a wonderful time. I went to bed that second night thinking about what a fabulous time I was having staying there and about how much fun it was being around her.