She put me on hold, not a good sign. This was just another in a long line of houses I was calling about. I was starting to lose hope, and putting me on hold just reinforced my belief that I'd never find a house.
When she finally came back, after what seemed an eternity, I told her which house I was interested in. She said she only had one time available that day to show it to me and if I couldn't make it I'd be lucky if the house was on the market till the end of the week, as if she were doing me a favor. Bitch. I didn't like her tone. But I held my tongue and said that 4:30 would be just fine. It wasn't. I'd have to take off work early.
I got to the address at 4:30 sharp, no Realtor. Another bad sign. I imagined her to be your typical middle-aged, overweight, bleached blonde. At least in my ever mounting experience that was the norm. Usually they talked too much, and basically just pissed me off. Just then she pulled up.
She was definitely NOT the norm. She came over as I was getting out of my car. Introduced herself and shook my hand. I was speechless but snapped out of it in time.
Her name was Piper. She was not what I was expecting. She must have been about 30, definitely not overweight, and definitely not a bleached blonde. She was curvy with wonderfully full breasts, at least by what I could see. She was wearing a sheer white blouse that zipped up the front, showing just a little more cleavage then was necessary, at least in this situation. The way her breasts seemed to be pressing against the flimsy material...they seemed to be aching to get out. Her hair was long, dark, the color of chestnuts, and it cascaded down well past her shoulders, and delightfully framed her breasts. Oh this was great. How in the hell was I ever going to concentrate on the damn house! Because to top it off, she had great legs. I was a goner.