I felt a wave of excitement and a stirring in my groin.I felt a wave of excitement and a stirring in my groin. After a moment, she continued, "Can we meet before you leave tonight?" "Ummm ... sure." I made it sound like I had to figure out my schedule before I could be certain, although in actuality nothing could have made me miss this opportunity. I hoped she couldn't see through that childish ruse. "Uh, let's see ... any time before 8 or 9 would be fine." "Good," she said in a friendly but somewhat businesslike manner that matched the tone I had just been feigning. "How about 8:30?" "Sure, that's fine." I was calmer. "Um, where should we meet? A conference room?" "I think it would be better to use an office. I have the keys to one that's empty this week. How about if I come by and show you where it is? Will you be at the same place I left my note?" "Yeah ... OK. Just come by. I'll be at the same place." She started whispering again, "I'll pretend I need help with a program I'm writing." "Oh, OK. That's fine. And, uh, you'll bring my stuff?" She laughed. "Oh yes ... I'll bring all your *stuff*, Al." Her conspirtorial secrecy and the teasing emphasis she put on the word "stuff" got me all the more intrigued ... she obviously knew about the porn and was being quite cheerful about it. I wondered what she had in mind for our private meeting. "Don't worry," she added. "See you then. |