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The excitement of purchasing a home includes the daunting task of furnishing it. I had purchased a new house and other than setting up the basics of a bedroom, sofa, refrigerator, and laundry equipment, I didn’t know where to start as far as decorating was concerned. Some well-meaning friends steered me toward discount furniture outlets, but I wanted better quality. I searched for a showroom that caters to a more discriminating clientele and found such a place across town. It was privately owned and I was able to consult with the owner. To begin my furnishing endeavor I chose a Stickley Park Slope dining table with its associated chairs. Satisfied with the experience, I returned to the store after some weeks to make additional purchases.“I love the dining room set,” I explained to Mark, the owner. “Now I’m looking for office furniture. I need a desk and file cabinet.” I provided him with a graph of the room and we sat down to design my office.“The Urban Collection from Yutzy would be perfect for this room,” Mark concluded.“From who?”“Yutzy Woodworking. They’re an Amish company based in Ohio. Their quality is superb and they’re so flexible to work with. If you need a size other than what’s in their catalog they’ll custom make it for you. Most furniture makers won’t.”Mark had a floor model for me to examine and I was impressed with what I saw. I ordered a 72-inch executive desk and hutch, a bookcase, and a lateral file cabinet from the Bordeaux Collection. Having been impressed with Stickley’s Park Slope Collection, I also ordered a Park Slope chair to complement my office furniture. In a few weeks, everything was delivered and looked beautiful.I returned a few weeks later to order a matching round end table to complement the chair. Mark handed me off to a new interior decorator he had recently hired.“Samantha, please assist Mr. Allman with an order,” Mark instructed as he retreated to his office.Samantha https://escortium.org turned to me. “Hello, Mr. Allman. I’m Samantha and I’ll be happy to help you.”I extended my hand. “Hello, Samantha. Call me Ray.”“Pleased to meet you, Ray. I understand you’ve shopped with us before.”“Yes. I have two rooms of furniture from your fine store. I’ve gotten good advice and love everything I’ve bought here.””Hopefully we can keep you happy.”Conversation with Samantha came easily and naturally. Samantha had a personal demeanor that made you feel you were her personal friend. She made you feel special. I felt an instant fondness for her; she was easy to like. She opened the online catalog on her computer screen. I kept my social distance.“Can you see from over there?”“I want to allow you your space.”“Come closer. I’m tired of this virus and these masks are so annoying. I want to get a clear mask so people can see what I look like. We can’t see what our clients look like either.”I lowered my mask. “This is me.”Samantha lowered hers. “And this is me.”Samantha was a pretty young lady. I normally don’t flirt with young women but I felt comfortable with her.“Yes, you should get a clear mask. That mask is hiding your pretty face.”“Thank you.” She wasn’t offended; she genuinely appreciated the compliment.We went on talking. Samantha disclosed that she was from a neighboring state, had moved here in the past few months, bringing her Master of Fine Arts in Interior Design degree to pursue her career. After a lengthy chat, we got down to the business of ordering my end table.“Orders have been delayed,” she informed me. “Supply chain issues and factory shutdowns have made it impossible to provide an accurate time estimate for delivery. It will probably be a while.”“I’m in no rush.” We chatted a while longer, then I took her business card and left.Three months later I got an automated email informing me that my table had arrived. I arranged to come in to pick it up. I entered the showroom thinking that Samantha had probably forgotten me.“Ray! Good to see you again. I thought your table would never come in.”I know that salespeople act friendly toward the customer to foster goodwill, but she seemed genuinely pleased to see me. And I was genuinely shocked that she remembered me.“Do you remember me?” she asked.“Of course I do, Samantha. How could I ever forget you?” There I go flirting with her again.Samantha was as pretty as ever. She was dressed for business in a loose fitting dress with a high neckline. What ruined the outfit were the clunky construction boots she was wearing. Why do pretty girls in this new generation wear such ugly footwear? And while I’m on the subject, what’s with the ripped-up jeans that I see everywhere? I have better rags in my garage.Mark emerged from his office and helped me tie a moving blanket around my new end table to protect it in the back of my car during the trip home. The three of us went out to my car to place it in the rear. Mark shook my hand and returned to his showroom. Samantha lingered.“That’s a beautiful table,” she remarked.“It is. Thank you for your assistance in selecting it.”“It’s going to look great with your desk and chair.”I was on the horns of a dilemma. I thought: ‘Samantha is too young for me. But she’s so pretty. Should I? I shouldn’t; I should be ashamed of myself. But her job here is done; she made her sale. She wouldn’t be standing here if she wasn’t interested. She’ll probably shoot me down, but I’m going to invite her anyway. She’s so pretty.’“Would you like to see how it all looks together in my house, Samantha?”“That would be nice.” She smiled; she was happy to be invited.We arranged a time and a meeting place for the next day. We met and Samantha followed me home.I led her in the front door. Samantha was dressed casually. Snug jeans conformed to her curvy figure. A plain blouse covered a push-up bra. Her makeup was soft and her jewelry was simple: stud earrings and a matching necklace and bracelet. Her other wrist sported a gold tone Guess watch. She had traded the construction boots for a pair of stilettos. Thankfully.She eyed the painting of the Brooklyn Bridge in the foyer. “What a beautiful canvas. I love the way you have it lighted. That’s museum quality.”“Thank you, Samantha. I bought it at an art gallery. The light I bought online.”“It makes for a classy entrance.”I gave Samantha a quick tour, showing her the dining room, the bedrooms, and the living room.“You didn’t buy the living room set from us,” she noticed.“No, it’s from one of your competitors.”Samantha rubbed the back of the couch, squeezing the upholstery and examining the fabric. “Nice, but not as good as ours,” she opined.I led her to the office. “Here is the complete package. Desk, file cabinet, chair, table, everything.”Samantha walked around, scrutinizing the collection purchased from the store at which she worked. “Quality,” she mumbled, taking it all in.Satisfied, she sat in the Park Slope chair and crossed her long legs.“How do I look in this fancy chair, Ray?”“Pretty as a picture, Samantha. You could model for the company.”Samantha stood. “I love your house, Ray. You did a great job decorating it.”“Thank you, Samantha.”I’m not a guy that’s much affected by perfume, but I detected a faint, arresting scent of it on Samantha, which only added to her allure.‘Should I? Samantha is too sweet a girl for me to prevail upon. She’s young, innocent, and trusting. I don’t want her to think I lured her here to take advantage of her. I would hate myself if I offended her. But she’s so pretty. And she’s here in my house and we’re alone.’“Samantha, can I kiss you?”“I’d like that, Ray.”I approached carefully lest I frighten her. Taking Samantha in my arms and holding her, I gave her a gentle hug. We put our faces together and our lips met. We broke, smiled, and kissed again.
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