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Taking a deep breath, as I always do, seconds before taking on a new project, I knock on the door to my latest referral’s modest two-storey house. A few seconds pass, the door opens, and a short, beautiful woman in her early forties with the most voluptuous body I’ve ever seen greets me with a somewhat cautious smile.
“Ms. Stirling?” I ask as gently as possible to minimize my imposing six-foot-three stature.
“Yes?”
“Hi. I’m John. John Carpenter with Dreams Cum True. I believe we have an appointment today?”
“Yes. Yes,” the single mother of two says quickly. “Please come in. Come in.”
I quickly step inside the house, wondering if my potential new client worries my rich black skin tone will lead to gossip on her mostly-white suburban street. As she guides me to her kitchen, I dismiss the notion and wonder how often she attends meetings at home, wearing her long brown hair in pigtails and orange tiger-printed minidresses with deep plunging necklines.
“Can I get you something to drink? Water? Ginger ale? A beer?” she asks while looking me up and down with a hint of attraction in her vibrant brown eyes.
“A ginger ale would be great,” I say, sitting at her kitchen island. “It’s a hot one today.”
