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The Lady Is A Tramp

It was a slow day at the office and I was just about to close up shop and head home when the phone rang, scaring the daylights out of me. Since we are a construction company and usually it is pretty noisy when we are working, the ringer on the phone is set pretty loud. But now with it as quiet as it was, it was deafening and I practically jumped out of my skin when it rang! "Hello, Johnson Brothers Landscaping, can I help you?" I said, once I could speak again. "Yes this is Claudia Wentworth. I would like someone from your company to come over and give me an estimate on some work I would like done," the voice on the other end of the phone said. "I see. Yes we can come over and discuss your ideas and give you an estimate. How does tomorrow afternoon work for you?" "Tomorrow afternoon will be fine. I have an appointment at 4:00 in the afternoon but before that I am available." "All right then... I can come over and take a look at your plans about 2:00 then." "Fine. I will see you then. The address is 1547 Avondale Lane," she said and hung up. I didn't know what she had in mind or if we could help her, but I penciled her name and address in my appointment book and then closed up the office and went home. The next day I drove to the address that Mrs. Wentworth gave me. I knew the area, although I had never done any work in that part of town. Avondale Lane was in the wealthy part of town and the houses and properties were huge there. A lot of people with a lot of money. I was ...

... looking forward to this job and I hoped it was going to be a good-sized one... the company could use a windfall right about then, since most of the jobs we had gotten so far that season were just small-time things. We needed something substantial before the close of the season to make our summer worthwhile. I pulled up to this big iron bar gate and opened the window to push the speaker button announcing my arrival. "Yes?" the man's voice from the speaker said. "Alan Johnson from Johnson Brothers Landscaping here to see Mrs. Wentworth for an estimate of work she wanted to do," I said into the speaker. There was a long pause and I was starting to get nervous that this was all just a practical joke, when suddenly I heard a loud buzz and the gate began to open. I let the gate get wide enough for my truck and then drove into the gated property. I drove up to the front of the house on the semi-circular brick driveway. I parked in the front of the house, between the large fountain on the left side of my truck and the house on the right. The house was one of those huge Colonial type mansions with several big columns in the front and a second story balcony that you could just picture Scarlet O'Hara standing at looking out over the property. I walked up to the immense double front doors and rang the doorbell. A few moments later a man came to the door and ushered me inside. "You may wait in the study. Mrs. Wentworth will be with you shortly," the man said. So I took a seat in one of the ...