* Prelude Tony smiled and his heart jumped when the instant messenger software rang its special chime and he immediately knew that she had logged in....She had not been on IM for over a week and he had begun to worry. He had also spent some restless nights wondering if she would ever IM him again. Especially after what had transpired. ‘Hello there, pretty flower!’ He typed. He hit send and silently prayed for at least an acknowledgement from her. A happy face came back in reply. Tony gave a. Jackie got up and grabbed my arm and asked me to walk with her. She took me down the hall to the small student lounge.“Are you OK?” she asked.“What do you mean? I’m fine. What’s up?”“No problems with the team?”I knew what she was getting at now. She wanted to make sure that my visit with Papiya hadn’t caused any trouble.“No, of course not,” I replied. “Why would there be?”“I told Papiya she should wait until the project was turned in before she slept with you. I was afraid that you might be. She didn’t particularly emphasise still feeling queasy but knowing her well enough, it was probably the case as she normally hides stuff like that quite well.Her traipsing around in sleep shorts didn’t do my case any good either. Look, she is weeks away from fifty and she’s still got it. Slightly greying, she still looks thirty-five, a bit of extra around the hips but still a looker in many ways. She’s not very sexual, not like me, (hell, I am halfway through my fifties and not slowing down. "If you run across anything hot, send her in." The men looked up and forced a nervous laugh not really sure what the old boy meant but pretty sure he wasn't talking about a female - then returned grimly to the task of culling a stack of news reports on their desks.Old Foster turned a corner to his personal office and noticed Andy standing nearby, obviously waiting for him."Morning, Sir. If I could have a word with you?"The gray-haired station president studied the newscaster's face suspiciously.