"Shhhhh! I told you, Mr. Talbot, not so loud!" Karen's husky, deeply Southern voice enjoined her noisy guest. "My sister is asleep, like I said!"

Wanda licked her fear-dried lips and got down on her knees to peer through her barely-cracked door. She could see Mr. Talbot, a tall man of about thirty-five, slouching down onto the couch. He wore a wide brimmed hat, which he took off and put on the coffee table in front of him, and an expensive looking Western cut suit with a tie and snap button shirt.

"Drink?" Karen said, smiling at the man in a way calculated to raise any male's temperature a few degrees.

"Hell, no, baby! You know what I want!" Talbot chuckled. "Now, come park it here and let's us get down to it!"

The big cowboy was patting the couch next to himself. Karen sighed and rolled her eyes heavenward, seeing Talbot was looking at her tits for the moment and not her face, then smiled winningly again as he glanced up. She wiggled around the coffee table in her small black cocktail waitress' uniform and black fishnet stockings and sat next to him, his arm immediately stealing around her shoulders.

"Hmmmmm, you got a mean set a these, don't you, honey?" Talbot grinned, dropping his hand onto Karen's big, half-revealed breasts. "You're just as pretty as old Leroy told me you were! I'm damned glad he suggested I look you up when I told him I was passing this way!"

Karen's smile was wooden on her lips, but she kept it up as she spoke. "Well, did my old friend Leroy tell you all about the money arrangements, Mr. Talbot?" Karen asked sweetly.

"Oh, yeah, baby! Don't worry about that!" the cowboy grinned, reaching for his wallet. He put two twenties and a ten under his hat on the table and winked at Karen.

"Is that better?" Talbot asked.

"Mmmmmmmmuch better!" Karen purred, nestling in closer to her guest so that his fingertips dug into her dress bodice and spread over one of her large globes.