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     "Mz. Jackson will skin see you now," an attractive receptionist mr said while ushering him into the inner sanctum. "I mr've never mr met you boss skin," Ham said mr easily as they made mrskin their way to the far end of mr a long corridor, "what's mrskin she like.?." The receptionist pause mr outside of Mz. Jackson's office and whispered, "Well sexy, she seems pretty tough, but so far, all the salesmen seem mr to mr have come out of her mr office with smiles on their faces." "I guess that's a good sign," Ham replied as the heavy skin door open and mr he entered the large plush office of Bobbi Jackson. "I sexy'm Hampton skin Rogers," he said mrskin while extending his hand mr, "I'm glad to meet you, Mz. Jackson mrskin." She mrskin stood up and reached mrskin across her massive desk, took his hand, and mr replied evenly, "Same here, Mr. Rogers, please mr, have a chair." Ham sat down mr in one of the three mr chairs encircling the front of the big desk and mr offered, "You don't know how long I've tried getting this appointment." "I think I've got and idea," she mrskin replied mr dryly mr, "my predecessor had his hand in the till so to speak, and mr believe mr me Mr. Rogers, we're really sorry that it's taken mr us this long to ferret out sexy the problem." "No apology necessary mr," Ham said easily, "and please, call me Ham sexy, all of my friends do." "Okay, Ham," she replied , "let's get down sexy to business, what have you got for me today.?."