My name is Christine. I'm twenty-six, single and work in marketing
support for a high-tech computer company. I had to go to Las Vegas
for a four-day trade show, and at the end of the first day of
standing in heels talking to customers for ten hours, my feet and legs were killing me. One of our sales reps, an attractive brunette
from Seattle, asked me if I wanted to share a cab back to the hotel.
We had struck up a friendship during the day, and I was happy to have
her company.