I had to give the good news to Rhonda, but I was so ashamed of myself that I dreaded seeing her. My elation at getting a full-time job with Consolidated was tarnished by my embarrassing lack of will power. I drove around the town aimlessly for about an hour. I covered every street in the small community. Gradually my spirits lifted when I realized that this charming little town was going to be my town! I resolved to come clean with Rhonda, and headed out of town toward her place.
With my emotions in turmoil, I climbed the stairs to her farmhouse and knocked on the door. A look of happy surprise lit up her face as she recognized me. She threw her arms around my neck and cried, "Oh Sam! What a nice surprise! What brings you back to town already?"
I held her close, marveling at the firmness of her breasts through her loose fitting sweatshirt. Releasing her from my embrace, I looked into her eyes and said, "Rhonda, I didn't want to tell you I was coming to town until I found out how things were going to turn out."
She looked at me with a confused expression. "What do you mean? Why don't you come in and sit down, Sam, and tell me all about it." She led me to her couch and brought us both large glasses of scotch on the rocks, before she snuggled up next to me and said, "Now, tell me. What's all this mystery about?"
"Well, sweetheart," I began. "I've got good news and bad news."
"Okay," she said worriedly. "I hate bad news. Let me have the good news first."
"Alright. I got a call from someone at Consolidated yesterday in my office. The Board loved my ideas and they wanted to talk to me about coming on full time."
Her eyes lit up. "That's great!" she exclaimed. "And?"
"And I flew in this morning to meet with Linda Traverti. Do you know her?"
"Yes, very well."