In love with long hair

For the next few weeks I just played nice. Carole and I were actually on the same project trying to clear up accounts and getting things up to date. I was hoping that I could stretch this assignment out for much longer then the initial six months but Carole was no slouch when it cam to what she does. Good luck would have it that there were thousands of accounts that needed attention and for that I was most grateful. The one depressing thing was that Carole wore that hair the exact same way every day. Never wavering in any way and her clothes seemed to all look alike. But one day she did wear a simple blouse and from that I could tell she was hiding under that top one very large pair of breasts. Funny how the boring clothing she wore could keep something like that hidden from everyone else.

Over time I got to chat often with her. She was thankfully single. Lived alone and had a cat. She did not seem to be active in much in her spare time other then reading. But the more I got to know her the more I could tell that she at least liked to be around me. After about a month I decided to ask her out for dinner. She seemed kind of stunned by this and I was beginning to think that she was going to turn me down when she asked me why I would want to go out with someone like her. I have been in this position before and from experience I have learned to play it cool. I told her that I thought that she was a very nice person and that I enjoyed working with her.