SEPT. 2003) ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Jeffery Kilmer was an ordinary guy, he had graduated from Goodwin High School as “The Most Likely to Succeed” and had followed through on that prediction. At 37 years old, he had taken an old run-down building, spent a few dollars, and furnished it with meager office supplies to start a Public Relations Company. The company took a little time to build up, but now Jeffery had a staff of three hundred, and he was moving his entire operation to a newly constructed building. His mind has been on nothing else since he decided to make this move .
Violet Kilmer met Jeffery when she was twenty-three and Jeffery was twenty-seven. The first time they met was in a little Italian Restaurant, called “La Scala’s.” Violet was sitting nervously at a table, awaiting her first blind-date. Dressed in a beautiful off the shoulder summer dress with spaghetti straps which accentuated the top portions of her breasts. Her flaming red hair, normally worn straight down the middle of her back was now encased in a ponytail.
Violet’s date was set up by her best friend Melinda, and she was told that his name was William and he would be wearing a rose in the lapel of his suit jacket. They were supposed to meet at 7PM, and the time was nearing 8PM. “He’s not going to show, I should order something and then leave, no sense in not eating, I’m starved,” she thought to herself. She called a waiter to the table, had her drink refurbished and ordered some food.
Half way through her meal, she observed a man walk into the restaurant. He was extremely well dressed. His jet black hair neatly combed, shoes polished and he looked to be her age. The man was escorted to the table next to hers. He sat facing her and Violet smiled at him, then continued her meal. She then heard a voice say to her, “That looks good, what is it?”
When Violet looked in his direction, he again said, “Your meal, it looks good, may I ask what it is?”
Taking her napkin, she wiped her lips and said, “It’s a Spinach Lasagne, with just a little Italian Sausage in it. Yes! It is good.”
“Thank you! , You’ve just help me decide what to order. May I have the waiter pour you another glass of wine? By the way, my name is Jeffery..Jeffery Kilmer,” he said.
“Violet. Violet Andrews, and I’d love another glass, thank you,” Violet said.
Jeffery ordered her another glass of wine and his meal when the waiter came back to the table. He then started a conversation with Violet until his food arrived. Tasting the meal placed in front of him, he then told her that it was delicious and then invited her to his table to finish her meal, with him.
Violet thought to herself, “Why not, he looks like a nice guy .” She rose to her feet and a waiter just passing by assisted her in moving. Once seated, she said, “Thank you for inviting me, I don’t like eating alone.”
The conversation led to her telling him about the blind-date as to the reason for her being alone. He told her that he had been working in his office and lost track of time, closed up and found this little place.
“I’m glad I did. Otherwise, I may have never met you,” Jeffery said.
Violet blushed at his statement. Her emerald green eye’s sparkled, as she lifted her hand to her face to cover her embarassement. Jeffery laughed at her reaction and said, “When you blush, you highlight the freckles on your face.”
Neither realized the time going by as they were engrossed in talking to each other, until a waiter came to the table and handed each of them a check and said, “We’ll be closing in twenty minutes.”
Jeffery looked at his watch. It was close to midnight. “My goodness, the time certainly has flow by. I guess the pleasure of your company has taken complete control of me, may I offer you a ride home?”, he asked as he took her bill and added to his, giving both to the waiter along with his credit card.
“Well I did take a taxi here, so yes, I’d love for you to drive me home,” Violet said.
Walking out of the restaurant, he placed a hand on her waist and guided her to a black limousine. Violet gasped at the sight, she’d never ridden in a limo before. The driver held the door open for her as she entered and Jeffery followed. Jeffery asked for and received her address and he then let the driver know where to go. He poured her another glass of wine and one for him.
The ride home was as mesmerizing to Violet as was the evening at the restaurant. Upon reaching her address, once the limo door was opened, Jeffery escorted her to her door, and asked if he could see her again.
“Certainly, I have had a wonderful time tonight. I cannot remember any time I was treated like such a lady,” Violet said.
Jeffery obtained her phone number and he gave his to her, kissed her on the cheek and waited until she was inside and the door had locked behind her, before he returned to the limo.
Jeffery saw Violet no less than three times a week. Their time together had her head spinning. After ten months, Jeffery bought her a three-carat diamond engagement ring and asked her to marry him, on the way home from a date. Violet immediately said yes.
For the last nine years, they’ve settled down into a “normal” routine. Jeffery worked long hours, but when he was home, it was just the two of them. After years of trying to have children, Violet found out that she would never be able to get pregnant. It was a hard time for both of them, but as usual they learned to live with it.
Tonight, Violet had planned a quiet “celebration,” as Jeffery was turning thirty-seven and had told her he just wanted a quiet night with her. She had been shopping most of the day and bought what she thought was the; most beautiful lingerie she ever saw. It was a black sexy lace sleepshirt with tapered sleeves and hook and eye closures down the front and it had a matching thong.
At thirty-three years of age, she had been able to retain her figure. At 5'5", she still weighed in at 103 pounds. Her beasts were still firm and round, a healthy 34C, tipped with nipples that Jeffery loved to suckle. Looking in the full length mirror as she tried on the lingerie, she liked how her ass looked. The twin globes of her butt were perfectly shaped. Jeffery was due home shortly, and she wanted to see his reaction to her
Jeffery was in his office, and he had to interview a new employee before going home for the evening. As he was going over the paperwork on his desk; his secretary buzzed him to let him know the new employee was waiting. “Let her in, and when she leaves, I’ll be going home myself, so you can go home if you want to.”
His office door opened, and Jeffery didn’t bother looking up until he finished reading the papers in his hand. When he did, Jillian Norad was sitting in a chair in front of his desk.
Jillian was desperate for a job, her rent was two months past due as most of her bills were also. She knew she had to make a good impression and if the interview started going south on her, then she had plans to put things back in her favor.
The outfit she wore consisted of a white, pull over cotton blouse, cut low, with three-quarter length sleeves, a red skirt that showed off plenty of thighs. She wore a necklace of the “Playboy” bunny which hung right in her well-exposed cleavage. Her long flowing blonde hair hung down to her waist when she stood. As she sat, her hair almost touched the floor.
