Betty Tyler owned and managed Tyler Insurance, and Tricia had no problems at all working for her.
The two had gotten along well in the short time she had been employed there, and Tricia enjoyed working for her.
Betty was forty-seven, and a widow, her dying from a heart attack at home nearly five black men women seeking white years previous.
This unfortunate black men women seeking white occurrence transferred the entire business into Bettys name, and she ran the company with the savvy experience of a professional.
She black men women seeking white treated Tricia with an air of respect, flatly stating that she did need someone to take over her business one day.
Tricia paused, stretched, and stood, walking over to a small table, upon which rested the coffeepot.
She poured herself a cup, added some cream, and then turned to look at Betty, who was still furiously typing on her computer.
She wondered about the flowers, again.
In the last ten days, three dozen roses had been sent to her.
From the small talk between Betty and her, different men had sent them all.
Tricia couldn help but wonder about this.
She looked at Betty from head to toe, trying to figure her out.
Betty was not an ugly duckling by any means, but you could not describe her as "pretty" either.
Moderately overweight, her jeans clung tightly to her legs, her plump rear end filling out the backside.
Tricias eyes even wandered to the worn sandals Betty wore, fitting her feet tightly.
"Perhaps its her chest," Tricia thought.
Betty did have a nice bustline, although not incredibly huge.
Her white t-shirt, with a photo of Daffy Duck on the front, exposed the seams of her bra.
