I gritted my teeth, dialed the extension on the note, and hoped for the best.I gritted my teeth, dialed the extension on the note, and hoped for the best. A woman's voice answered and I vowed I would try to be calm. I said, "Hello. Is this Ursula?" "Yes it is." I introduced myself and said, "Uh, I found a note on my desk with this number on it. It ... uh, the note said that you found some papers of mine?" "Oh ... yeah, that's right. I've got them right here." Her voice was friendly. "Uh, good, and, uh, thanks for leaving me that note. Um, uh, sorry I didn't get back to you sooner ... I just got out of a meeting". "The same one you were running to when you almost bumped into me?" So Ursula *was* the sexy woman in the red dress. She was being friendly and cheerful ... I relaxed a bit and replied that it indeed was. "I'm glad you called," she continued. "I was away from my desk a lot this afternoon, and I thought that you might have called when I was gone and were afraid to leave a message. I was about to come by and see if you were at your desk." So she thought I'd be afraid to leave a message ... there's no reason for her thinking that unless she saw the porn. Damn! But she was still being nice about the whole thing ... actually, she was downright cheerful. That was a good sign. She lowered her voice to a whisper, as if someone was nearby: "So, Al, can we talk in private?" About what? All she had to do was return the porn. This was getting more and more interesting. But I was was still nervous and played dumb. "Oh ... sure, I guess ... if you want. What about?" She laughed and said, "I think you know what it's about, Al." She paused, waiting for a reply, but I was speechless. Her voice was confident and a bit sultry. |