When Dacey heard the name she mentally started to make connections. “William H. Clifford ... Isn’t he one of the richest men in the world?”Kathy just nodded once.“And a few months ago ... I saw a tiny squib in the legal notices: William H. Clifford had married Ali McGrath.” Her eyes widened as the pieces came together. “That gorgeous young blonde is Allison McGrath Clifford, isn’t she? She’s Bill Clifford’s wife!”“And executive director of the Foundation,” Kathy added. “Anyway, it’s all approved and fully funded.”With that it was time to head over to Dr. Matthews’ office.It was four months later — early February — and the work on her teeth had been completed. Dacey looked at herself in the mirror and conceded that her appearance was exactly the way Dr. Matthews’ computer had shown it would be.That had been a truly remarkable experience. Electronic pictures had been taken of her face and jaw and input into the computer. The doctor had played with the controls changing the size an
Both men rose as she entered the office and greeted her warmly. When she responded with another warm smile, the two executives were almost knocked flat.Morrison, the chairman, was the first to recover. “Miss Kane, you are without question the most beautiful mechanical engineer in the world! Now what can we do for you?”Dacey went to the coffee table sitting in front of a sofa and set up her laptop computer on it. As she did so, she noted that when she had entered the room, neither of the two executives seemed at all happy. Now with the two executives sitting side by side — Bill Miller was the president — she went through her findings and her full design presentation.When it was finished the two men were utterly stunned. Miller was the first to regain his voice this time. “Miss Kane—”“Dacey or Dace, please, Mr. Miller. One thing that’s changed is that I’m no longer Candy; I’ve never been able to stand the name.”“And my name is Bill, and this is George, as you well know, Dace. Now t
On Saturday morning, Dacey Kane awakened very early, long before her alarm was set to go off. Instead of trying to go back to sleep, though, she arose and began her preparations. After taking a shower and washing her hair, she very carefully shaved her legs and underarms. Then using a magnifying mirror in conjunction with a full-length mirror on a door, she examined her crotch for even the smallest stray hair. A couple were found and ruthlessly plucked.She didn’t stop there. Using mirrors in combination, she carefully examined her small remaining pubic patch to be sure that its four edges were all straight and sharply defined. Finally satisfied, she spent the next fifteen minutes searching for the perfect underwear for the day, settling on a luscious white thong that set off her all-over golden tan perfectly. After fluffing the top of her pubic hair over the upper edge of the thong, she even used small manicure scissors to trim a few hairs to what she thought to be the exactly right
After checking back at her parked car to ensure that her tennis racket and golf clubs were in the trunk, she made her way past the table and into the park. She gave Trudy Morrison a weak smile as she passed.“That girl is all right!” Morrison whispered to her companion, Connie Miller, Bill Miller’s wife.“As usual, dear friend, you’re absolutely correct!”Brad Kramer — William Bradley Kramer, Jr. — had taken a position to the side of the platform and as far back as he thought would be reasonable. He wanted to be in a position close enough to the platform for his bids to register, but at the same time — for no good reason — he wanted to be out of the sight line of the people on the stage, the girls being auctioned off, and one girl in particular.Brad was 29 years old. He had his MBA from University of California in marketing, and had been with Aerospace Technologies for three years. Prior to his graduate work at Cal, he had been a lieutenant in the Army Rangers. From his very first da
“Well, guys,” the auctioneer began, “this is our first young lovely of the day. And isn’t she beautiful? Good grief!” He paused for a moment and then mused, “Wonder if I could get a decent trade-in on my wife and get into the bidding myself?”He chuckled and then continued, “Our first girl is Candace Kane, Dacey to her friends. Her face and figure? Well, you can see that for yourself. What you can’t see, though, is that in that gorgeous head is possibly the most powerful brain in the whole company. Dacey is a mechanical engineer, and possibly the best machine designer and engineer in the world! So listen up, guys! The guy who gets her had better be very nice to her. The whole future of the company is on her lovely shoulders!”Dacey didn’t know what was expected, but she stood up straight and said, “I know I’m not much to look at—”She was immediately interrupted by a chorus of boos and raucous laughter. One guy shouted, “You’ll do unless Bo Derek puts in an appearance!”Truly, she was
At this point Si’s general obnoxiousness did him in. He tried to borrow $200 from the others, but was greeted by stony silence. One woman summarized the feelings of the group succinctly: “If you think I’m going to lend you money so you can inflict yourself on this utterly gorgeous girl, you’re crazy as hell. No way! In fact, no fucking way!”Her remarks had been made with no effort to keep her voice down. Her response was greeted by cheers from the people standing around.“Time’s up, Si,” the auctioneer declared. “Pay up.”“I ... I can’t,” Si admitted. Then he blurted, “I was just trying to get more money out of Brad Kramer.”“You know the rules, Si,” the auctioneer said. “If you can’t cover your bid, you’re penalized $340. Let’s have it, and thank you from the Recreation Committee. Your contribution is cheerfully accepted.”Goodman paid up and then slunk away from the stage.“Okay, folks,” the auctioneer said, returning to his job. “The seventeen-hundred dollar bid couldn’t be covere
It was just a quick little kiss, but it rocked her to her shoes. And it did the same to Brad.Not knowing what to do about it, they did nothing. Instead they slowly strolled hand in hand to retrieve their sports equipment from their respective cars. He insisted on carrying both golf bags while she giggled and carried the two tennis rackets, making a big thing of the weight she was carrying.Neither noticed that they continued to hold hands as they went toward the site of the three-legged race. “I guess that’s one advantage we might have,” she commented. “A lot of my height is in my legs, so maybe I’ll be able to keep up with you okay.”“And a truly lovely pair of legs they are, too,” he responded.A short time later, the first group of racers assembled. It turned out that there was a little more to it than the schedule had indicated. They were in the first flight, but there were fourteen flights. What the schedule didn’t show was that the winner of each flight met later in the day in
At the finish line — they were nearly 10 yards in front of the second-place finishers in a 100 yard race — Brad gave Dace’s shoulders a squeeze and kissed her lightly on the lips. Even that brief — almost instantaneous — contact was enough for Dacey to feel her knees turn to water. She hugged him back, but to keep from falling more than anything else.Their final event — or so they thought — was tennis. This played very differently from the earlier competitions. The format was eight teams playing a single set with tie-breakers if necessary. Although Dacey had not played much tennis, she had played a lot of racquet ball at her health club, and easily adjusted to the full swing of tennis rather than the more wristy game of racquet ball.Again, their teamwork worked for them as they quickly polished off their first two opponents and moved into the finals. It turned out that she was devastating at the net, with cat-quick reflexes and an amazing judgment of ball trajectories. Several times