I am outside in my tight jeans and tan stiletto over-the-knee boots washing my Monte Carlo when you, the flooring guy, arrives. I don’t realize you are there for a while, and I am bending over to really get my car clean. After 1:50 (and having rinsed the car hood off), I realize you are standing there and tell you to follow me inside so I can show you the area where you will install the floor. You follow behind me, checking out my ass. I show you the room and ask if you’d like something to drink, and I walk off with the video fading. While I am out of the room, you check out the boots I hav... Show more