(This is going to be an erotic story filled with little goodies for all my many flavored readers. )
It’s exactly 8:45 am and Mr. Sojourn is late for his appointment with Dr. Bishop. Talia hated being the one to enforce the rules in the office but that’s part of the job of being an office manager.
Talia looked at her watch and it moved two more minutes down. She had enough. She proceeded to call the patient to reschedule. As she was informing the patient, who by the way was irate with the no-show fee, was yelling and threating her on the phone. She received a post it note from Maggie one of the R.N.’s on the floor if she was free tonight.
She looked at Maggie who decided that lime crime was the color of her hair for the day and held up her pointer finger signaling her to give her a minute.
“Mr Sojourn I am so sorry you feel this way but I will be sending you a copy of the form you filled out stating that you will pay a no-show fee if that situation ever arises and it has. Try to have a good day. Bye.” Talia hung up the phone, counted to ten in her mind and looked at Maggie.
“So what’s up Maggie?” She said in a calm tone that she was amazed she pulled off.
“Talia are you free tonight? I have been invited to a book reading and I need company.”
“Really you need company for a book reading? What’s is the real reason?”
Maggie just gave her normal smile and shrugged her shoulders as if she did not know what I was asking about. “Maggie…”
“Really I just want company and I thought you would like it. They’ll have drinks and finger food there. Please say yes.” She asked as she did her little kid bounce in anticipation of my answer.
“What time is this thing?” Talia asked sighing and rolling her eye’s.
“Don’t act like that. It’s at eight. Casual wear, actually what you have on is perfect. I’ll pick you up at seven fifteen. Be ready or I’ll charge you a waiting fee.” She said smiling.
Talia could not help but smile at Maggie she always cheered her up. “I hope it’s not too much because this is not pay week.”
Both of them started laughing and went back to work.
Maggie was not kidding when she said a book reading. The place was held in someone’s loft and a woman stood before all of us and read out of a book for over two hours. Then a gentle who was not hard on the eyes took over and she could not for the life of her remember what he was saying.
He read for another hour and a half, then it came to an end. Everyone stood and applauded. The readings were getting their hands shaken by every one including Maggie. Which she looked like she was swaying a bit when the guy touched her hand.
Talia walked around with a glass of wine in her hand and looked at the table where other books were displayed.
“Your into fifty shades I see.” A voice that she could not forget said to her.
“Excuse me but no. That’s not my scene.” Talia turned towards the voice and it was him. No one should look so good.
“So what book is peaking your interest? I’m curious.” He said with a slight smile.
She looked at the table again and she did not see anything worth reading. She looked at him and said, ” This is really my type of books.”
He kept looking at her as if he was sizing her up. “Not one thing is interesting you?”
She shook her head no.
“Would you take a recommendation then?”
“There is no harm in it. What do you recommend?” He lifted a book that had a black cover on it. Right away she knew it was those type of books.
“I told you before I am not into those type of books. NO tying or spanking or anything else that causes bodily harm.” She took a deep drink of wine and place the glass on the table. Then she proceeded to see if she could find Maggie.
“I understand. Why do you think I would give you a book you told me no to already?”
She snatched the book and opened it into the center. It was about pirates and treasures. She felt so embarrassed for assuming that he was a pervert.
“I’m so sorry.” She said to no one. As she was reading the book he walked away and she found him talking to Maggie.
Maggie walked right over to here with a look of ‘what did you do?’ written on her face.
“I’m sorry we should go. I made a total fool out of my self.” Talia said with her cheeks turning a bright red.
“It’s ok. He told me to give you his card and give him a call when you read the book.”
Talia looked at the card she handed her. His name was J. Parr. On the back of the card had his number and a time to call. Talia looked up at him as he continued to mingle with the guests.
She doubted she would call or if she ever would read the book.
It’s been two weeks since the book reading and Talia pushed the who incident aside. Her life was too stressful to find time to read a book.
“Talia did you read the book he gave you?” Maggie asked with her eye’s looking bigger than the glasses she was wearing.
“Talia that book is a number one best seller. Are you crazy?” Maggie asked
“So it not like he’s the auth……” She didn’t even look at the author of the book.
“He is the author of the book. Oh my god. He gave you his number to call over two weeks ago. The guy wanted you to call him.”
No this is really not happening. She really didn’t have time. Which she knew was a lie because she had no personal life to speak of to have no time at all. After Maggie dropped that bomb she went back to work. Talia’s day drag almost to a halt.
She promised herself that when she went home she would read the book that’s been on her table since she received it.
Talia ate her take out dinner and relaxed for the night. She began reading the book at seven and finished it at eleven thirty at night. It was captivating and she had to admit even the sex scenes were at a level that she could not peal her eye’s off the page.
She looked at the card he gave her to call and she thought why not? All that could happen is that he didn’t want to talk to her again.
She picked up the phone and dialed the number. It was answered after the second ring.
“Hi it’s Talia. I finally read the book.”
“Oh you have. Was there any tying or spankings in there that I missed?” He asked as he laughed.
He remembered her. That was so unexpected.
“Don’t be quiet now. What did you think?”
“It was incredible. I can see why it went to number one.” She said then felt at a loss for words.
“Thank you. Can I ask you a question? You can either answer or don’t up to you.” He asked.
Talia felt like she was about to be trapped into something. “Ok, ask.”
“Do you trust people?”
Odd question. “Yes I do. Why?”
“It took for you to read the middle of the book to trust I would not give you something you can’t handle.”
“Well I don’t know you.”
“Well do you want to change that?”
“I would like that.”
“My only stipulation is that you trust me. I have no reason to lie or take you where you’re not ready to be.”
“Completely trust you?”
She swallowed what ever saliva that was left in her mouth and thought. Why not? She still has control.
“Your answer is?”
“Ok, I can do that.”
“Good night Talia. I will call you Saturday when I’m back in town.”
Hello my fire starters and I feel that the fella want to be heard. So shall we start?
Q: My girl is fantastic and I don’t want to lose her. But she has this problem that is starting to be too much to handle. Every man wants their woman wet and ready, She too wet. I swear, it’s too much. I could be pounding away and I slip out. Once that happens fine. But it’s happened a couple of times. I don’t even want to talk about oral because it’s too much. You’re a woman, how would you take it if your man said it’s too much? Need advice here.
A: Slip and Slide time. I know it may be disheartening that she is so moist, that you seem to not enjoy the full experience. If you care about your lady just talk to her. Say you love the way she feels but it’s becoming a bit too much natural lubrication. She may be secreting to much estrogen or taking a birth control pill that is causing her water to rise to dangerous levels. Also offer to go with her to the doctor, that support shows that you care and not out for your own pleasure.
Q: Fia, I was told to write to you about this. I am torn. I have been with my partner for over a year and I am having feeling for a girl I work with. This is not the norm for me. I am strictly dick-ly. I thought any way. Any advice here?
A: Ok this is a tricky topic. All your life your attracted to one sex and now you seem to be attracted to the other. In this day an age, why are you not wanting to find out if it’s possible that your bi? So many people find out late in life that they are attracted to both and feel guilty about it. Once you find out if you are then you can start to take steps to see what you want to do with your life. Just do your best not to hurt the people involved. Be honest about it.
Q: I have been working out consistently for months and my body is getting to where I want it to be. That’s not the problem. The problem is my fiancé is saying I’m getting to aggressive sexually. I haven’t changed that much as I can see. Can you shed a little light on this. I’m at a loss.
A: Oh,oh,oooh. Aggressive you say. There is aggressive and abusive. If your taking something that is causing you to have rhoid rage. You need to stop before you lose her. If you just feeling machismo, you need to communicate to her that you want to take things to a different level and see what she said instead of thinking she is with everything you do. No many people are into certain things. Vanilla is their tea of choice.
I want to thank the men that have written in. It made an interesting Wicked Wednesday. If you have any questions please email me at firstname.lastname@example.org. Until next time let’s keep the fire burning.
Hello my fire starters. So here’s the lighter fluid to Fia’s bonfire I am creating with my pod cast. First intro will be up this week. I am so excited.
Like I said before I will post what is said here on wp. for all those who rather read than listen.
For my Fantasy Friday loves. I can not wait for you to see what Jayla is going to discover. It’s amazing what’s beneath us all.
That’s it for now. Until we speak again keep the fires burning.
(Fantasy Friday’s are going to be for my sci/fi fantasy follower’s. Today’s story is about Jayla, she an Anori. Come get to know her.)
“Do you need something else installed.” Jordan asked while he was laying on his back looking at the inner workings of the ships com systems. Jordan’s tries his best to seem smooth with his come on’s but it always seemed to Jayla as being needy.
“That’s all that’s required.” Jordan slid out and sat up, looking at Jayla legs.
“You know what I can so with my tools right. I can fix any problem quick.” He said smiling.
“Yes, I heard that it is quick.” Jayla moved to the side allowing him to stand. She knew it bothered him but she had enough of Jordan for the day. What she needed was to get back to earth to find him again.
She never told anyone about her time on earth. But it was unforgettable. She was assigned to take Red Toure to the head of the Sinou order. Red T. is what he liked to be called. He was missing in action for over a year before he let himself be found.
Jayla knew he allowed him self to be captured. She also knew who he truly was. The humans would not be able to fathom the power he possessed and how much strength it took to keep it in check. He allowed Jayla to feel a minute amount of it when she reached out to grab his arm.
She looked into his eye’s. Eyes that flashed a liquid silver right before it solidified to brown. Jayla’s captain yelled at her to take the prisoner into the ship and put him in the locked down room in the back.
Her orders were to stand guard of the prisoner until reaching the counsel. Our story begins.
“So you like working for these human’s?”
“It should not concern you wether or not I like human. You should take this time to reflect on your actions.” She said as she looked forward trying to concentrate on the crack on the ship’s wall.
“You are Anori. Why are you taking orders from the human?”
“Anori is not known to this generation of human’s. How do you know of the Anori?”
“When you reached out and touch me I knew immediately who you were. Anori do not take order’s from human’s why are you here?”
“Enough with the questioning. Be silent.”
Red T walked by the door, pushing some of his power through. Jayla felt it as if he was physically caressing her.
“Step back. You must stop this at once.”
“I have not touch you yet you respond to me as if I had. Are you alone? Do you reside with a human for your needs.”
“Enough with the questioning Red T. I will not allow you to manipulate me to let you go.”
He laughed low so only they could hear.
“If I want to be free I would be free. I want to be captured.”
“That reason is only for me to know. But back to you. Are you with a human to take care of your needs.”
“So you get random strangers to take care of them?”
“If you must know yes.”
“Are they successful.”
Jayla stood there without answering.
“I see. Come to me tonight and I will help you.”
“I need no help.”
“Yes you do. Have you reach the cor-ne-quen as yet?”
“There is no such thing?”
Shocked by her words he asked,” Have you always been with humans?”
“I was raised by humans. All I was told is what species I am and that is all. Everything else I learned on my own. I have never heard of the cor- ne-quen.”
“May I ask your age?”
“Now you ask permission? I am one hundred and eighteen of the human years.”
Red T move back into the room. His silence made her uncomfortable.
“Why is my age of any importance?”
“You have passed the age of cor-ne-quen. It must be dormant inside. Come to me tonight, when all on the ship slumbers.”
“I will not. I will be relieved at eleven and will return at eleven tomorrow.” Jayla informed him feeling a bit more like herself.
“Come to me tonight. I will give you what no other human can. It is time to be released Anori.”
They both remained silent as Jayla’s thoughts tried to make sence of what he told her. She is past due to find a human but she will get court marshaled if she took the prisoner up on his offer.
Mitchum A. had come on time to release her of her duties. She will not return.
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“Mmmm, do you smell that? That sweet woodsy smell mixed with a serious dose of sexual grat-i-fi-cation.” Juni thought to herself.
There is something to be said when you take a beast to your bed. And what should be said is “Yes and I want more please.”
Juni rolled out of bed and her thong hanging off the corner of the bathroom door caught her eye. Any other normal human being would be embarrassed but not Juni. Her philosophy in life is “Sex is to be enjoyed as often as possible.”
Was she always like this? No, not in the least. She was the complete opposite until she met West.
Mr.West was an international client that she inherited from her former co-worker. He walked in with a leisurely sway, wearing a pop sickle cream yellow top and creamy white pants. His skin graced a tan even though he really didn’t need one. He looked naturally bronzed.
Juni tried several time to busy herself and not watch him come in and sit in the chair that was right in front of her.
“Good after noon Mr. West. i have gone over your books and every thing would be perfect except this one written hand receipt. It has no price on it but it did specified the job was completed.”
Mr. West smiled and did a quick lower lip lick before answering. “Good afternoon Miss. Beau. I like that you get right to the point. That was from a personal job that I did on the side that should have not gotten mixed in with the rest. It’s not taxable only something to remember.”
“You are a therapist, so do pro bono work is acceptable.”
“Is it really. You know I am a sex therapist don’t you. Pro bono is not always that easy depending on the client.”
Juni felt her cheeks turn up several notches in the red scale of embarrassment.
“Have I made you uncomfortable? I did not mean for that to be the case. I just wanted to clear this up a little.”
“Well umm thank you. So then every thing is in order. I will send you the bill in the mail.”
“Why don’t I give you a service for the same amount that you gave me for doing my books. Is that fair?”
“I think I would be taking advantage of you. You charge quit a bit.”
“Miss Beau is there some thing you feel is not right or clicking in your personal life?”
“What personal life?”
“Ok how about when you have relations?”
“I’m ok Mr. West in that department. Please just pay the bill when you receive it.” Juni rushed him out because he was asking about things that were none of his business. He is a client not her therapist.
“Here is my card. Call the number on the back if you need to share your thought’s.” He rose and immediately, she could smell his cologne drift towards her. She swallowed the last bit of moisture that was left in her mouth as she watched him leave her office.
She thought, ‘Men should not walk that way. It just invites dark thoughts to creep in.’
The day went by as usual and she realised that Mr.West left his keys on the corner of her desk when he pulled out the card he gave her. He should have called for them by now. She pulled out the card and on the third ring he answered. He told her to drop by his office. He should be done with his last client by the time she arrived.
It was sun set by the time she made it over to his office on the corner of the beach front house community.
She pushed the door open to be greeted by his receptionist that was leaving for the day.
“Oh he’s in his office down the hall. Sorry I have to go, baby sitter will kill me if I don’t get there on time.”
She ran past in a blur.
Juni walked down the hall to see Mr.West sitting at his desk reading something on the computer screen.
“Here is you keys.”
“Were alone now. Would you like to talk?”
“Why are you interested? I’m just like every catholic brought up school girl. Every thing is no and if it feels too good then it’s a no. Very normal. I have no complaints.”
“Really, have you ever slept a stranger and liked it?”
Juni wanted to turn and run. But her feet were frozen in place.
“It’s not safe to do that. You can catch something now a days.”
“Okay how about someone you met twice then?”
The way Mr.West was looking at her she felt he was talking about him self and not some random stranger.
“The reason I ask is because what you would do with a stranger you normally would not do with someone you know. People get stuck and adventurous. They stifle their inner sexual being. Are you stifled?”
The way his light brown eye’s seem to see something that she did not know was exposed.
“I should leave. Here is your keys.”
He stood up and walked over to her. He reached for the keys and let his hand slowly move it away from hers. Juni found it a bit hard to breath. She felt intensely cirounded by him even though he stood just in front of her.
“Why are you staying?”
She had no reason for her non movement. Her mind kept trying to remember how to walk.
Mr.West leaned forward and kissed her gently. He moved back waiting for Juni to decide.
Juni reached out and touched his cream-colored yellow shirt and pulled him back to her. This time she did not freeze. She felt needy and she was going to fulfill that need.
She kissed him as if she eagerly waited for her last food on death row. He parted his mouth letting her take what she wanted. She wanted it all.
Juni was on auto pilot. She pulled off his top and revealed a broad chest. She kissed a trail down to his creamy coco colored nipple and savored his taste. She stopped and went to the other to give it just as much attention.
Juni pulled away breathing heavily looking at him. She didn’t want to stifle what she who she was.
“Take your cloths off.” She said breathless
He did so with a smile. He was a delicious sight. His length and girth would normally intimidate her but not today. Not now. She wanted to see him take him self in his own hands and show her how he pleasure himself.
“I want to see you caress yourself. Don’t cum.”
Mr. West did as she commanded and she was soaking her self at the sight of him.
“Stop sit on the couch.”
He walked over and sat with is cock pointed at his navel ready for her. Juni walked over and lifted her skirt. She took off her pink thong and straddle him.
“Do you want me to stop. Mr. West?”
“No Miss.Beau. I just want to please you.”
She took him by the shaft and guided his moisten tip to her opening. It was tight but she needed him to fill her. He knew what she wanted. He grabbed her by the hips and pulled her until there was no space between the two.
She lifted and guided back down until she found her rhythm. She ground her hips so her clit would have as much attention as her wet opening.
“Oh, oh,oh I’m gonna cum.” She felt everything in her gripping him like it wanted to suck the very essence out of him and she came hard.
Mr.West followed suit, lifting her off him and let his seed shoot down onto the couch.
Juni swayed a little before she caught her breath. She stood and pulled her skirt down and looked at the naked Mr.West. She felt powerful and truly satisfied.
“How did you know?”
“You have this look. A look of a woman who needed control. You just never allowed your self to have it.”
“Men don’t want women like that.”
“Men want women who know what they want.”
Juni turned around and walked towards the door.
“Mr.West. Consider your bill paid.”
She heard him laugh as she walked out of her one and only therapy session. Since then Juni did what she pleased as long as it was pleasing to Juni.
(Hello fire starters I hope you like Juni. Please follow for other stories and tell me if your feeling the story. I’m not Zane, I’m Fia and I am a beast all by my self)
Hello my fire starters and welcome to another Wicked Wednesday. Where the questions can be alarming. Let’s get this rolling shall we.
Q: First off I want to say I love Wicked Wednesday. Now here is the Q. I was giving my guy friend oral and did not realise that he was videoing me because I had my eyes closed. What’s your advice in the matter.
A: Thank you for the love. As for your creepy friend this is the time that having brothers, uncles and A best friend that’s a guy should get involved. You get me? This is not a let’s talk situation. This is an invasion of privacy. Is that going to be used a leverage to get you to do it again? I will try to think positive about the situation and if you feel he is a true friend he will delete it. But this day and age, that right there could be a start of a career you never applied for. (You get what I’m saying). You can actually press charges if you want to go that route. Don’t be scared, be fire. Get it and erase it.
Q: Fia I have been dating this guy for over a month and he only see’s me on certain day’s and certain times. At first I put it off like he has work or is busy studying. But my gut told me other wise. So I question him and asked if he is seeing someone else? He said yes. I asked why are you with me? He said because I was convenient. What your advice?
A: My advice is this, let’s make it very convenient for him shall we. Show him his hand and lotion, then the door. You did your civic duty. (wickedly smiling)
Q: Hey Fia it seems that you don’t have too may questions from guys. Why? Are you catering to the females?
A: No sweets. I answer male and female. I just get more questions from females than I do males. But if there is a burning question you need to have answered, shoot away. (Just have tissue ready to clean up)lol
That’s another Wicked Wednesday Q&A session. If you have any question please feel free to email me at email@example.com. All is welcome
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“Good morning Ms. X is everything to your specifications?”
She looked around to make sure it was only the one journalist that Fia had assured her would be there. She did not see any indication of hidden camera’s as well.
“Yes Mr. Ingrim. Thank you.”
“Please have a seat and we will get started. Would you like something to drink before beginning?”
“Thank you. Do you mind me asking you why would you want to write story the O.N.S. Club?”
“Well Ms. X it has become a sensation. The mystery of the club and what goes on inside. Yet it has no complaints or any type of black mark against it. What really goes on inside the club?”
She looked at her glass filled with water and ice. She could have sworn that an ice-cube just popped from her heating the water by holding the glass. She took a deep breath, her down cast eyes looked up and stared right at the journalist.
“What do you remember the most?”
“What I remember is the taste?”
“Yes, I don’t know about the club but I can tell you about the origin of the club and about that taste. It was about five years ago, when I took a trip to visit a family member in the south. My cousin felt sort of sorry for me I guess and she suggested that I visit a house in the back woods.”
“Felt sorry for you?” He asked.
“Yes. I was what you would say a loner. I studied all the time and when the other were dating and getting their heart broken. I had my books. My cousin said she could not stand another minute of me being stuck alone in the house one more night.
So she loaned me one of her dresses and she put make up on me. Emphasing my lips. She said it was an assets and needed to be more eye-catching. So we went to the house to have a good time.
What I expected was a house party. What I got was something completely different.”
She took a sip of her water and smiled.
“What I got was an interview. I was asked several questions by a woman with moist red lips and searing blue eyes. It felt like she knew me before I even opened my mouth. She handed me a card after. It had a number to one of the rooms.
I started to get cold feet and I turned to find my cousin was nowhere to be found. The woman told me I did not have to go to the room, but why not?
I sat there for at least ten minutes before I convinced my self to go the room. I walked inside and there was someone sitting on a chair looking out the window. In his right hand he held a glass with a dark drink in it.
He said why not come in. We will not do anything that you don’t agree to. He told me his name. we’ll call him Red. I walked in and noticed there was only one chair and a bed. The bed had been covered it a soft white sheet. I knew it was soft because I sat on it.
Why did you come? He asked and I said my cousin brought me to the house for… and he cut me off.
He turned around and I stopped breathing for a moment. Why did you come to the room?”
“You stopped breathing? He was that handsome?”
“No he wasn’t. He was ordinary. Does that surprise you?”
“Yes all women say they had the perfect guy. Gorgeous and muscular.”
“He had one good thing about him. He had a scar. A perfect scar, right on his jaw. I told him that I would regret not even having the courage to go to the room at least. He smiled. We talked for a while and I felt comfortable enough to invite him to sit next to me on the bed.
He asked if I was sure? I nodded and he came over revealing to me how tall he was compared to me. He sat down next to me and I could smell the sweet woody odor. I started to feel a bit nervous but every move from that moment on was slow and sensual.
He moved my hair to the side and I expected a kiss but I got was a soft whisper. Close your eyes and feel what’s going on. No sight tends to calm the nerves and heightens other senses.
I did what he said. I felt his warm lips touch my neck. Then another was placed on my right check. Then he kissed me. It was so sweet, and warm. He kissed as if he was drinking what he had in the glass. Taking my lips and savoring it. I parted my lips and I felt like I was given the drink I was thirsty for, for a long time. He tasted so sinfully delishous. The combination of his drink and his natural flavor had me intoxicated.
I deepened the kiss and I started to be the aggressor. You see I felt like I need to connect with him. Being alone because you want to is one thing. But being alone because there was no one for you is another.
He pulled down the dress top revealing my self to him. I couldn’t open my eyes because no one had seen me before.”
“Ms X are you saying that was your first experience ever?”
“Yes and I don’t regret it.”
“Wow, please continue.”
“Like I said I had my eyes closed and I felt him caress my breast and take the other in his mouth. His mouth was sinful. I didn’t want him to stop. I held him as close as I could. He switched to the other breast. Sucking and nibbling my nipple. He made his way back to my mouth.
This time it felt more urgent, more needy and I have to admit It could have been from me more than him. While we kissed I felt how large he was through his pants. At first I felt like I should stop and run. Then I thought why. I always run when I get this close.
You see I gotten that close before. I just chickened out. I was not stopping this time. Actually I surprised myself. I actually started to be the aggressor. I pulled his shirt off and unzipped his pants.
We pulled away from each other for a moment, just to take off the rest of our clothes. We started kissing again and I felt the crown of his dick try to gain entry. I’m not sure if he shifted but it did the trick. I felt so full once he was completely situated inside. He gave this knowing look but it did not stop us.
Our bodies seemed to desire it other desperately. With each thrust I let out yearning moan. I felt as if I was getting ready to explode from the inside out. He kept hitting a spot that no manual vibrator ever did. Not that I knew that I had that spot.
Then it happened. I came so hard I felt as if every muscle tighten and then just popped. He came right after me, then fell right on top of me. Both of us were breathing heavy and just laid there in amazement.
At least I was because it was my first. He lifted up and gave me a soft kiss. Then he said, “Thank you.”
I asked him why the thank you? He said that to be someone first is like being with that person for the rest of your life. No one will ever erase this moment. He was right. After I got dressed and left the room. I never forgotten him or what we shared.”
“Wow. So it’s like she’s selling sex.”
“No she’s not actually. What you do in the room is up to you. What she provide is an experience that you seem to need in your life.”
The journalist just sat there staring at her as she prepared to leave.
“Have you ever met Fia?”
“I’m not a Black card member. But I did receive a personal note that I can not share with you.”
“There are different card members?”
“Yes, I have to go now.”
“Thank you for your time Ms.X.”
She nodded and the journalist watched as the quiet woman walked out of the room leaving him with the desire to be a card member.