Always ready, Madeline Brown prepared for work. Excitement filled her because tonight, after work, she headed up the Christmas party. Her slim body had showered, make-up put on with care, and today she would wear her hair down instead of the usual boring bun at her neck. She had long wavy blond hair she’d hidden all these years working at the bank, rising to a better position from time to time and now she was the boss’s right hand woman. Pretty damn good for a forty-five -year -old woman who did this on her own but now she is so ready for a man. She strutted around her small bedroom after dressing. The new slinky black dress with a low neckline might do the trick tonight. A business jacket had to go over it with a silk scarf to cover her cleavage. She was pleased and excited buttoning the gorgeous new black coat with a fur collar. Oh baby, time to shine. With her Lady Smith in the black leather bag, Madeline was out the door.
Click. click. click came from behind her and as she turned, she whipped the Lady Smith out ready to shoot; she yelled. “Who the hell are you tracking me.?” She looked to see a frightened Bijon Frise at her feet and she bent down as snowflakes fell to lift the small pup into her warm arms. “Are you lost, sweet thing? Don’t worry, I’ll find your home.”
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