If you've got it, use it, was her personal motto.

Barbara Rush greeted Kelli at the door and after a grand tour of her home, they settled in the living room to discuss prices, marketing time and advertising.

"Where are you going to move to?" Kelli asked the standard question every real estate agent has been taught from the first day.

"Well," Barbara answered, her eyes somewhat downcast, "my husband and I are getting a divorce and he's going his way I'm going mine. Come to think about it, I never really thought about where I would move to. Got to sell this home first."

"I understand," Kelli replied. "Why don't you just tell me what's going on, and I'll see if I can help you," she continued.

She patted the couch next to her, taking care to cross her long legs very slowly, accentuating their curves. She was sure her panties peeked through the slit.

Barbara walked over to Kelli and hesitantly sat down. As she did, she broke down and started sobbing the litany of abuse and torment she had been living with for the past four years, with her husband Craig. Sobbing uncontrollably at this outpouring, she placed her arms around the young real estate agent absent mindedly, and laid her head against her breasts as the last sordid details poured forth from her sobbing body.

She went on to relate how Craig wanted her out of the house now so it would quickly sell. She told Kelli how four other agents promised her that she wouldn't have to move right away, if the Rush's would sell the house through them.

"There there, Barbara," Kelli said as she softly stroked the blonde hair nestling against her.

"Everything will work out for you. Just trust in me. I'm always here to lean on through this, if you need it," she continued as her hands gently stroked the sobbing woman's back.