I slept on the futon again.I slept on the futon again. A revised deadline hit on Monday morning at work, and I was going to be in the middle of everything. I was working late and didn't get home until after midnight. On Tuesday and Wednesday, I was there until two in the morning. I was tired, I was grumpy, and I was _still_ afraid of Victoria. Victoria was very gentle with me, letting me come home and collapse in peace. She'd give me a back rub and let me drift off (crash) to sleep. My mortal concerns had left me unwilling to play with her at night. She seemed to understand, and was content to cuddle next to me as I slept. The distance between us had closed. Thursday was the bug from hell day. After working on the problem for eight hours, I took a break, completely frazzled. I left the building for a walk to clear my head. While I was walking, I encountered a little diversion. I saw an attractive young woman pounding on the window of a car. I walked over to her and asked, "Is there something wrong, do you need some help?" She wheeled, frightened, and clutched at a small canister of mace on her key chain. I held up my hands defensively. "You scared me half to death! I didn't hear you at all!" she exclaimed. I could see her relax as she evaluated me. Apparently she decided I was harmless. Silly girl. "I'm locked out of my car. I can't believe that I locked my keys in this thing!!!" "Well, maybe I can help," I offered, and moved to inspect the window and door seals closely. |