"Well," he said thoughtfully, "there are some extra security measures in place just in the off chance we were attacked." Attacked?" the courier laughe..., picking up Nezumi and checking to make sure his pained expression as he limped towards her was just an act, "By what?"Rob shrugged; making sure his tazer was okay. "Oh, mostly just by the other people who work here," he explained, "When you rent out more than half your office space to other companies you can't be too careful. Especially not. "Standing before me was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. Her longblond hair was styled around her face and hung just below her shouldersin soft golden waves. Her face was expertly made up and understated, shewas a classical beauty. The skirt and top hugged her curves perfectlyfrom her wide hips to her bust. Except it was not a she, it was me. Ilooked like a sixteen year old girl on her way out to a party. I struck apose and my sister laughed. I threw her a nasty look and she shrugged."I. She ran off with the club's golf pro. She told me I was "too material" for her and that I didn't meet her 'inner needs' (however, it didn't keep her from trying to leave with all the "material"). I submerged myself in my job and for almost a year I avoided all feminine companionship. And then, one fateful night, I decided that it was time for me to get out and socialize.She was sitting at a table by herself and for an hour I watched her turn away guy after guy when they asked her to dance. I. She skittered from here to there joining groups for a quick chat and then moving on to another.It came as no surprise when the Managing Director announced that Michele had been judged the best-dressed man at the party. The best-dressed woman award went to Jill; a quiet, attractive lady in her forties who worked in the accounts department; she like Malcolm, kept mostly to herself. As tradition dictated; the music was cranked up, the lights dimmed further and they were expected to dance together..