…Sheila walks into the lobby…, she is tired…, and yet…, she still has a meeting this evening with a woman sent by her boss. This woman is to be Sheila-s assistant… a.k.a. the Body Guard…
….. Sheila shakes her head…
— I am a nice girl, a good Christian girl and I need a body guard. What a —

Sheila sits in her suite, # 804…, feet up…, sipping on her coffee…, black… and hot.
……She always stays at this hotel when in this city. Gino-s people have the security contract here so her security is the best. Room 804 has been especially wired and reinforced to for her specifically… No one else stays in this room.

…No one would believe a man like Gino, an underworld figure; is the most important man in the life of America-s Wonder Girl…
…..Gino-s people look out for her, and have for over twenty years as of this past summer. Thank God Gino and his people were there – that night… [A knot forms in her stomach.]

Sheila reflects back upon those early years with Gino…, feeling great relief knowing Gino is there – and Bruno… that great big bear of a man. She puts her coffee down and settles back in her chair to rest.

Sheila has learnt allot about how the world works… She has applied it to her post athletic career and become a very successful business woman.

If the world only knew…, Sheila Ann —, Wonder Girl…, three times an Olympic medalist; has been protected for half of her life surreptitiously by the Mafia…
……She has never been asked to do anything by Gino…, so much for that line of thinking.

Sheila closes her eyes.
……Sheila wakens to her phone beeping. Time to get ready… The meeting is set for 7:30; diner and drinks all paid for by the Wilbur-s people Sheila works for…
……Sheila hopes this woman works out… These past few weeks; weeks, hell months; have been harrowing to say the least.
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Sheila Ann —,
….. Stalked and hounded by men, and a few women… Even death threats…, she does not understand what that is all about…The price of fame she guesses… Jeez she thinks; I was just a girl who liked to run.

Sheila Ann —, Tydke;
— I-ve almost forgotten my last name.

…..Sheila never uses it anymore…, it helps to keep the wrong kind of people from tracing her whereabouts. It is ridiculous…, she thinks to herself…

……Sheila rises to take a shower…

…… So Sheila Ann it is…
She signs any and all documents Sheila Ann…, and it is legal. Most people think her last name is Ann.

……Sheila checks the windows, even though she is on the eighth floor. She pushes a chair to the door wedging the back under the door knob…, even though she is in a secured building; again force of habit. And…, she supposes… nervousness about being alone.

It would be so bad to be caught naked in the shower by one of her stalkers…
What a life…
…Sheila is normally a happy woman but of late these threats have gotten to her. She never complained but somehow management got wind of her being stressed out. Perhaps tonight she will hire this body guard…it-d be nice…, not to be afraid.

Sheila steps into the shower…. Aahhhhh…, she loves a hot shower… Pulsating water, soothing… great for stress relief… Sheila places her head in her hands… the hot shower pulses down on her.

— Me and my big mouth, if only I had not told the world that I am a virgin. Jeez Sheila, honesty is not always the best policy…, and in an interview yet… Sheila lets the water beat upon her…
—Damn… Stupid woman…

……Sheila Ann – no name, she smiles. I am a no-name brand of human being… Even her company cards list her as Sheila Ann. She had refused to change her name but conceded on hiding her true identity to fool her hunters.

……What is it now, five known stalkers…? Not to mention the stupid remarks… the innuendo, the snickering…

Wilbur-s has been good to her… Gino-s buddy Willie hired her. He is the one sending this woman to help protect her. Apparently she is pretty good at it… Sheila has never met Willie. But in a twist of fate Willie is Cam-s uncle, a man Sheila has had an interest in for several years now… Cam seems to be a bit of a cautious man… Sheila chuckles to herself… Too say the least…

She finishes her shower…
— God I hope this woman works out…


Sheila sits in Malone-s alone at her table, same as every night…, wherever she is … Sheila travels all the time now… She has been told that were ever she stays she has security…, even if it is never seen.

Sheila is a V.P… And top trouble shooter for Wilbur-s, a classy women-s clothing store chain… Over one hundred stores throughout North America. Yup, a pretty big deal…

Sheila orders a drink, non-alcoholic. She sits at a table positioned such that she can see this woman enter the bar… She is a good judge of people and Sheila wants to see how she presents herself…, right from the git go.

……There is a load noise; she turns to see a group of men watching a game on TV… baseball. Sheila opens the folder…
…………SALLY… She re-reads the port folio on Sally… A little vague Sheila thinks. .., and no photo…

Another load cheer…, must be a good game she thinks to herself…

……Sheila hears footsteps approaching her table … Oh, here we go she thinks. She looks up and sees a young man, black and good looking;
—I see you are alone and I was wondering if you would like to sit with us, we are just watching a game.

–Thanks for asking but I am waiting for someone. Sheila answers.

–If you change your mind just come over. He says…, and leaves.

……A nice young man she thinks to herself… Sheila likes politeness.

…..Sheila is happy she chose a suit with pants tonight… Hides her legs… She has been told she has killer legs…, and killer breasts, and a killer ass, and killer everything else…

………..SHE checks tomorrows schedule… Everything is in order… Sheila lightened her day… in case she needs to spend time with this Sally…
— I dress like a frump… Sheila comments almost subconsciously too herself.

…..I used to be so proud of myself… Now I hide myself in my clothes… Hardly what one would expect from a VP of a classy clothing chain.

There is a pause in the cheering and at about the same time Sheila hears heels…

CLICK… CLICK… CLICK…!

……A nice cadence she says to herself, and looks up – expecting to see some – short haired…, butch chick…

……Sheila-s eyes behold a blonde Goddess…A tall woman, natural blonde hair, styled short. She is dressed in a suit; dark grey with red and black stripping…, a semi-military look to her fashion…, and not from Wilbur-s, at least any Wilbur-s Store Sheila has been too.

……Sheila continues admiring this woman-s fashion sense. She is wearing dark grey thigh-hi hose, a woman can tell; with a lined red pattern starting above the knee too just below her hem line…
……What a knock out Sheila thinks to herself…, I wonder who she is… Surely not Sally…

Sheila watches this woman approach her table;
—Hello, I am Sally… You must be Sheila.

—Yes… Sheila stands to take Sally-s hand… [The two women smile.]

—May I sit…

— Yes, please do… [Pause] …Excuse my manners but you are not what I expected…

— I know…
……Sally hands Sheila an envelope;
— This is my introductory letter from Willie… [Direct Sheila notes…]

……Sally and Sheila chat for a minute or more before they both make the same observation:
—- I did not expect you to be so tall… [Spoken simultaneously]

They laugh; the ice breaker, an unusual one, has made its appearance… the girls talk more freely now…

…………………………………Sheila wants to read the letter but does not want to be rude…
……Sally picks up on this:
— I have something to attend to, that will give you time to read my introductory letter from Willie.

— OK!
……Sheila opens the envelope and takes a minute to read a standard introduction.

Sally walks to the exit, returning in less than 30 seconds…..

……Sheila finishes reading and looks up to see Sally instructing two men dressed in black. They take positions at the door…

Security…, Sheila feels the tension leave…