Miles sauntered over to her and introduced himself. "Hi, I'm Miles Foster." He grinned wide, dimples in force, as she turned toward him. She was gorgeous. Stunning even. About an inch taller than Miles, she wore her shimmering auburn hair shoulder length. Angelic, he thought. Perfectly formed full lips and statuesque cheek bones underscored her sweetly intense brown eyes. Miles went to work, and by 10P.M., he and Stephanie Perkins were on their way to Deja Vu on 22nd. and M Street for drinks and dance. By 10:30 he had nicknamed her Perky because her breasts stood at constant attention. By 11:30 they were on their way to Miles' apartment. At 2:00 AM Miles was quite satisfied with himself. So was Perky. His technique was perfect. Never a complaint. Growing up in a houseful without men taught Miles what women wanted. He learned how to give it to them, just the way they liked it. The weekend together was heaven in bed; playing, making love, giggling, ordering in Chinese and pizza. Playing more, watching I Love Lucy reruns, drinking champagne, and making love. Miles bounced quarters on her taut stomach and cracked eggs on her exquisitely tight derriere. By Sunday morning, Miles found that he actually liked Stephanie. It wasn't that he didn't like his other women, he did. It was just, well this one was different. He 'really' liked her. A very strange feeling for Miles Foster. "Miles?" Stephanie asked during another period of blissful after- glow. She snuggled up against him closer. "Yeah?" He responded by squeezing her buttocks. His eyes were still closed. "In a minute stud, yes." She looked up reassuringly at him. "Miles, would you work for anyone?" She kissed his chest. "What do you mean?" he asked in return. He wasn't in the mood for shop talk. "Like, say, a foreigner, not an American company. Would you work for them?" "Huh?" Miles looked down inquisitively. "Foreigner? I guess so. Why do you ask?" He sounded a tad concerned. "Oh, no reason." She rubbed him between his legs. "Just curious. I thought you were a consultant, and consultants work for anyone who can pay. That's all." "I am, and I will, but so what?" He relaxed as Stephanie's hands got the desired result. "Well," she stroked him rhythmically. "I know some people that could use you. They're not American, that's all. I didn't know if you cared." "No, I don't care," he sighed. "It's all the same to me. Unless they're commies. My former employer would definitely frown on that." "Would you mind if I called them, and maybe you two can get together?" She didn't miss a beat. "No go ahead, call them, anything you want, but can we talk about this later?" Miles begged. * * * * *