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Elevator Girl:

She was short and pretty, and one of those firm hot-even-though-a-little-thick bodies, with bouncy curls and a great smile, and she was riding the elevator with her bicycle, a cheap but cool steel Raleigh M-20.

I had my camera and was looking pretty good - I had just finished an interview for a day job office knowledge worker position in a high rise downtown, but had traded in the suitpants for casual canvas slacks and the shiny shoes for old running shoes. I also carried my giant camera since I have a game to shoot later.

"Whoa buddy what are you going to take pictures of?"

Rockies and Astros.... where you going to ride that bike?

"Lucky strike, the bowling alley. I have to work."

That's lucky. I have a Raleigh, too, I love it.

"Yeah, this bike is old but it's sweet."

I hold the door for her and she takes a few more looks and smiles some more. I think she's happy to be my neighbor. I don't tell her about how I really don't stay here much.

"You know, you're a really nice guy." She says as she tells me with her pupils about how she wants much more from me.