His trousers tenting at the thought of her. His hand slips under his desk releasing his throbbing cock from its confinement.He missed his breakfast to...ay, the day just seems to drag when he doesn't have his Special K and the images in his head aren't helping. Maybe she's online and he can tell her he missed her and play a little while and relieve the tension.Damn shes not there! and shes not answering her mobile either, "FUCK!"He starts wondering where she is, he needs to see her even for a. It’s possible, I suppose. But you know how much room on your hard drive Windows 95 takes up? And software like Perfect Office? Now they take up about one-third the space they used to, and run faster, better, and with never a conflict. Maybe Mayday is hiding, but it’s shrinking its world while it does.What does it do? How does it do it? No one knows! The experts (?) insist that it is the most sophisticated software ever written based on direct observations of what it does. But they can’t even. He is sporting a broad smile and calls back at someone laughing. It is so nice to seem him relaxed and happy. It makes being here at this party all the more easier to bare. He takes his seat beside me. Turns and kisses me softly. Tenderly. His lips lingering, hovering over mine. 'Mm Mmm hello there ' he says 'hi' I giggle swooning that little more. Matt passes me a cup, I can smell the alcohol the moment it passes under my nose but I guess one won't hurt. Never having drank before I take a. "Don't listen to what I said; listen to what I'm saying!" I complain. Then, he kisses me. Wow where the hell did that come from? He pulls back, my eyes are wide "No, I'm sorry, we can't do this, not here, not now,” he says quickly, but then I kiss him. "Who’s going to stop us, the coma patients?" I tease. He pulls me from my chair onto his lap and before I know what's going on his tongue is swimming around my mouth, softly skimming over my tongue. I'm not going to complain about this at all..