Nobody looking at me would believe my wife Bambi and me

as a couple.  Mainly because I'm an ordinary looking guy,

smallish, thin, mid thirties.  In fact I look like the bookkeeper

everyone usually thinks I am.  That's how we met.

 

    Bambi, my wife, is my own age, but that's all we have in common

except each other.  She's a blonde dish who works as a receptionist

at Starlite Entertainment which is where I met her, me hired to do

their annual audit.  I would never have approached her if her boss

hadn't asked me to help her out with her personal bookkeeping.

 

    Her boss Ron Silverman runs Starlite for some corporation

in Nevada; I don't ask too many questions about that, and one day

I was sitting in his office.  He arranged gigs for lots of

showgirls and black acts,  and showed me some early pictures of

Bambi, because he knew I dropped pencils everytime she came into

the office.

 

     "See that, Harry, here's her first picture, when she came into the

office 15 years ago. Just a kid!"

 

    I looked, swallowed.  She wasn't blonde then, a brunette, but with

those big firm 40D-cup breasts she still had, and full lips and teasing

expression.  I noticed the name said Jane Pulaski.

 

    "Quite a babe then, still is of course, but not a headliner any more.

I chose her name, Bambi Foxx, had her hair and teeth done, but not

her boobs, nope, those are all natural.  Of course now she has to

exercise an hour a day to keep it.  Lately, with all the amateurs in

the trade, and the kids and silicone, her career isn't the same any more.

How you doing on her taxes?"

 

    "Um, almost done, sir,  she owes a bit."

 

    "Your'e a good accountant, Harry!  Steady and honest.  Say, you

know what, why don't you go out with Bambi?  Pretty obvious you

dig her."

 

    I sputtered in my coffee, "ulp, um, sir, I doubt if she'd, well I mean

I think she has someone."  That was true, I know receptionists in talent

agencies are hired for their looks and shall we say, 'friendly' dispositions,

but I had seen her getting and accepting dates and invitations from

several of the black athletes and gamblers who hung around the entertainers

that Ron booked.

 

    "What are you talking about?   She'd just love to go out with you.

Your'e just the kind of steady influence babes like her need in their lives.

She's divorced from her third marriage, no kids, her finances were in

a mess from the last no-good she married.  A few of my exotic dancers

wise up around her age if theyr'e lucky.  Here's a pic of one of her friends,

Debbie Delight.  See that, maybe youv'e seen her around.