“Hey, Amanda, let me formally introduce you to my girlfriend, Sophie.” Arrick walks us into the hallway, and now I can see Miss. Cleavage wears a tight skirt to her knees and a pair of stilettos. That blouse is not done any further up, though; she is sliding on a jacket too. She looks like she slept in her clothes now that I take her in. I see the wrinkles and some tell-tale take away stains on the front, and her hair and makeup seem tired. I guess she has been up all night pouring over ...