The next morning Paige's alarm went off at 7:00. When her eyes opened, the first thing she saw was that her mother was up already. The next thing she noticed was that she hadn't slept enough. The third thing she noted was how thoroughly "fucked" she felt after last night's fun! As she stretched a little under the top sheet, she ran her hands lightly over her thighs with one finger pressing slightly into her pussy; then up under her night shirt, finger-tipping her tummy and ribs along the way until reaching her small tits with the forever hardened nipples!
"God, I think I'm going out of my mind!" The events of the previous night's fuck fun came flooding back and her pussy began to tingle. "I can't be horny already after THAT?" She flung the sheet off and sat up on the edge of the bed, "I really don't have time for this!"
Fortunately she had showered in the kids' bathroom last night (so as not to wake her mother,) so it didn't take long to apply makeup and get dressed for work. When she entered the kitchen at 7:35, the three youngest children were sitting at the table eating cereal, and her mother had a cup of coffee.
"Good morning, Paige," said Trudy, "want some coffee?" Without waiting for an answer, her mom got up to get her one.
"I would love that, thank you! Where's Olivia, kids?"
"Sleeping," said Sophie, "She's always sleeping!"
Paige giggled at the hyperbole but then remembered her own younger years. She looked at her mother, "She's not even a teenager yet!"
Trudy set the cup down in front of her daughter, "No need to worry, maybe she's in a growth spurt?"
Paige smiled and took a sip, "Time is moving too fast!"
"Was there any doubt about that? So how was your night out with your friends?"
"A whole lotta fun, Ronnie's was so crowded! But now that I think about it, when are you ever going to get out and have some fun of your own?"
"Who with?"
Paige considered that; they had lived in Rochester two years, and her mother had never really connected with anyone outside of the family.
"I don't know, but now that we're on our feet financially, maybe you want to get out there and find some activities you're interested in...you know...meet people!"
Her mother smiled, "Tell you what, let's discuss this more after the house is finished; there's a lot going on right now.
"Okay, but I'm going to hold you to that!"
Forty minutes later she was walking in the door at Hannigan's. It was the morning of the McCullers closing, and after greeting Jimmy and exchanging pleasantries, she sat down at her desk and picked up her calendar. Jimmy appeared at her door, "Hey Paige, I forgot to tell you. The notary called fifteen minutes ago and postponed your closing. No snags on our end, something about their schedule. They want to do Thursday instead. That okay?"
"Well that sucks!"
"Yeah, but what can you do? I'll call them back to confirm for you; you call your clients."
"Yes, thank you; I'll call them now."
The call with Jason wasn't fun, she could hear the disappointment over the line. But they were free on Thursday, so that got set. Checking her watch, she felt it was a little early to call Ginny Steadman, so she tapped out a reminder to Chad, "Last night, OMG! Don't forget to contact Virginia Steadman today!" Fifteen seconds later she got a reply, a big emoticon grin and two words, "On it!"
There were six or seven calls to return that morning. Paige wrote them down in her preferred order, then picked up the paperwork for the house that she had showed on Saturday to the single guy. For a young man, it was the perfect two bedroom starter home which an older couple (who were moving to a senior adult-living community) had occupied for forty years. It was clean and perfectly maintained but very dated. The young man's name was Charles Green, but the second thing he had said to her after "Hello" was "Call me Charlie!"
Since two bedroom houses were the hardest kind to sell, she typed up the offer undercutting the asking price by $15,000. Charlie Green was kind of a nerdy looking guy who (she would have guessed) had an accounting/tech job. That was exactly what he had! He was about 5'10" and rather average looking (for a nerd.) His brown hair was cut like an executive and he wore dark-rimmed glasses. His clothes were nice enough, dockers and a polo...but "the tell" was that the shirt was tucked in rather tightly. Paige smiled while trying to think of what women she knew would be attracted to him; none came to mind.
But Charlie was first on the list, and on the dot of 9:00am she called him, "Good morning Charlie! This is Paige Turner from Hannigan Realty! How was your weekend?"
"It was terrific! How was yours, Paige?"
"Awesome! I was out with friends last night! But...I just now sent in your offer on that two bedroom cottage; I sent it in for $135,000. I'm thinking you have a great shot at this!"
"I hope you're right! Like we said on Saturday, it needs a little updating, but I plan on holding it for at least five years."
"Charlie, I didn't tell you this on Saturday, but my fiance works for a construction company that does remodeling. May I give you his card?"
"Of course, next time I see you would be great!"
"Do you plan on remodeling sooner, rather than later?"
"Sooner...I like to entertain, and those rooms scream 'old farts' really loud!"
The redhead laughed at his choice of words, and Paige thought it was especially humorous coming from a nerdy type guy! "I probably will hear something later today; the 'old farts' may counter!"
Charlie laughed also, "We'll see, I want that house badly; the location is perfect, and once the work is done, it'll be awesome!"
"Okay! I'll call you when they contact me!" And then, Paige asked the question that changed things; a LOT of things, "What kind of entertaining do you do?" Later, when she thought about it, that question seemed a little strange. But hey, this was how fate worked sometimes.
"Oh you know, partying...millennial stuff. You know what I'm saying, right? I'm guess I'm wondering now who's older, you or me?"
"Well, I'm not hung up on age like some women; I'm thirty."
"And I'm twenty-seven; and I could tell right off you weren't like most women."
"I'm not? How could you tell that?"
"Several ways, but discussing it right now isn't possible; I do need to get back to work. Call me as soon as you hear, okay?"
When she hung up the phone, Paige sat back in her chair. "Huh, I wonder what he meant by that? I guess I'll find out!" She called the next several names on her list setting up a few appointments, and the last name was Virginia Steadman's.
"Good morning, Virginia, it's Paige Turner from Hannigan Realty!"
"Good morning, Paige; thank you for remembering to call, but you didn't remember to call me 'Ginny!'" she said lightly.
"Yes, my bad! How was your weekend?"
"Wonderful! We were over at the McCullers' last night; I heard several great things about you! How was your weekend?"
The fact that Ginny Steadman had spent the evening with Sara McCullers was interesting, to say the least! But Paige replied, "Saturday was a huge workday, but Sunday was fun; my fiance and I went out with friends."
"My husband Jack and I are all about our friends! That's why we're calling you."
