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I ll take Mr. Pointy. You think she d dust?
It s possible. She always hides from the sun. I imagined Tina Smith going up in a puff of dust like a
vampire, the only thing left would be her implants.
There was nothing cooler than knowing that your boyfriend liked the same stuff you did.
Whoa, did I just think boyfriend?
I seriously gotta get a grip. One incredible night in bed does not a boyfriend make.
Well, if you want to count raucous sex and a surprising enjoyment ofBuffy as a connection, then yeah,
Jack was unofficially my man. But in today s day and age, and the over twenty-five dating scene, how do
you even make someone official? It s not like you can get a class ring or anything. I mean, that s very
high school. Nowadays, what do you do? Introduce them to Mom and Dad? Get engaged? Grope in
public? What was themodus operandi ?
It d been so long I couldn t even remember.
Jack winked at me as he moved the chair and closed my locker door. Tina, stood just outside my
cubicle and looked like she had unbuttoned at least two more buttons on her too-tight fuchsia sweater.
Her chest was about to burst out of that thing.
I shook my head. Did she really think she looked good?
She couldn t. Either that, or she s attended Slut Dressing 101. And it looked like she was acing the
class.
Oh, Jack, I needed to run over a few things with you. Tina leaned into him. Then she glanced over at
me as she put her arm around his. I m sure you re done with Lynn, right?
Jack glanced at me. No&
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That s great. Tina tugged Jack away from my cubicle. They passed the edge of my line of sight, and I
ground my teeth.
How I hate Tina& let me count the ways& I hate sluts. I hate bimbos. I hate women who sleep their
way through the office. I hate women who come to my cubicle and steal my man.
My man? Did I just think that? That s almost as possessive as that whole boyfriend word.
I could hear Jack s voice outside my cubicle. And he didn t sound happy. I said no, I m not finished
talking to Lynn. When I am, I ll find you.
Something akin to a protest screech came out of Tina Smith, and Jack came back around the corner.
In my mind, I started doing the super-happy-dance, but I tried to look uninterested when he reached my
desk.
He shook his head. I m sorry. He let out a sigh and dropped into the chair across from my desk. She
is unbelievable.
I can imagine. Must be rough, all these women throwing themselves at you&
I m not really interested in most of them. That leer came back in his eyes.
Most, you say?
Well, pretty much only one.
Oh, and who would that be?
Guess.
Tara from the mail room? I hear she s got the hots for you.
He laughed. You re so funny.
I shrugged. What is it you want anyway?
To come over.
You already are in my space.
No, to your place.
Be calm. Be cool. Only if you bring dinner.
Pizza?
My mouth started to water. I hadn t had pizza in forever. Granted, it s a staple when you re single, but I
just can t bring myself to order a whole pizza for myself. So I eat frozen ones when I get the urge. With
everything on it.
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Including pineapples and anchovies?
I mashed my face in revulsion. Ewww.
You said everything.
Smartass.
Jack grinned. Okay, what about seven?
Seven, that ll give me just enough time to do a quick update at the website and see what email I ve
gotten among other things. There is my latest story to post, and I m pretty sure that I have a couple of
new ones from some of the girls. I don t think I posted that one from Sunshine yet. But I ll have to
reformat it, her pages always come so screwy.
Then there s the forum, gotta see what was going on over there, make sure the waters were still clear.
Can t have any upset girls. It s been almost forty-eight hours since I checked it, anything could have
happened by now. I should be able to get everything done by the time he gets here.
Lynn?
Sorry, I was organizing in my brain. Yeah, seven s good. But I have to do some work online, so if I m
not finished when you get there, I should be only a few minutes.
You and your computer.
Don t mess with a web mistress and her Internet, buddy boy, I said with a mock-evil grin.
Seven it is. Jack stood and left my cubicle.
At home that night, I pulled up my website and started doing updates. Which meant reformatting
accepted submissions, coding them into the site, then updating them to the Internet. This time, it only
involved nine pages for the update. When I finished, I scooted over to the forum to see what kind of
smack was being talked by my girls and guys.
I tried to organize the forum as a way to inform people of new postings at the site, so I usually started
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