When you're an insurance representative you see your customers when and where they want to see you. Barge in when you're in the way and it's a fast no sale. That's why I was heading out to a potential client's place on a fine Saturday morning when I'd much rather have been heading to the beach.
I pulled up at Phillip's place at about quarter to ten. I was a little early but not so much that he'd complain. As far as I was concerned the sooner we started the sooner we'd finish and the sooner I hit a few waves. Not that I intended to rush him. Slow and easy and then set the hook deep.
I knocked on his door and this young lady answered. I took one look at her and my mind switched off. She was in her early twenties, a blue eyed, blonde, Scandinavian beauty. Her face and figure were pure model material apart from the bust. Her bust was a little too pronounced except for certain types of model, those who worked topless.
Her attractions were clearly defined by her clothing. Skin-tight yoga pants that provided the classic definition of camel-toe, so tight that it was plain she shaved certain areas. A top that was struggling to contain her bounteous breasts made up the rest of her ensemble. Where underwear was concerned there was no noticeable sign of it, top or bottom.
I said something along the lines of, "Ah, gah," while she stood there smiling. Lovely white teeth and nicely curved red lips.
"Good morning," she said. "Can I help you?"
Taking a deep breath I was able to speak.
"Good morning," I said cheerfully. "I'm Jack Daniels. I'm an Insurance Rep. and I have an appointment with Phillip Dunstan."
"Oh, yes," she said. "I'm Annalise. Call me Ann. My husband said you were coming. Phil's on the roof right now. Come on through and I'll call him."
On the roof? I guess I could understand that. Living with this woman would have me climbing on the roof and laying down challenges to the world, Tarzan style.
She trotted through the house, her bottom swishing back and forth with a lovely lilt. She even had a fashion model's swaying walk. She took me out to the back yard and called upwards.
"Phil, the Insurance Rep. is here. Are you going to be very long?"
"He's early, so he can wait until I'm finished. Tell him I'll be at least fifteen minutes. Offer him coffee or something."
Now that he was answering I could finally spot him. He was hidden behind the chimney, apparently attaching a new TV antenna. Here was a man who needed life insurance, and he needed it soon. Just don't let him kill himself until after he's signed for it and I've earned my commission.
"Not a problem," I told him, smarming up to my potential customer. "Take your time. That's the sort of job you don't want to have to redo."
