As I got to know more about her I began to like her more and more.I decided that I would have to work a bit hard to make her like me.I began to meet h...r more and more often on the pretense of clarifying doubts regarding the project,but I would actually be there to interact with her.Slowly she began to enjoy my company.I usually brought her a coffee or something else to drink in order to prolong our conversations.We soon became good friends and we used to text quite late into the night.We used. More scuffling sounds. She envisioned his pants slipping off each leg. “Underwear, as well,” she said, picturing her hands pulling his garment down his legs.As she continued to listen, her hand drifted from her throat to the top of her bosom above the collar of her nightshirt where she skimmed her warm, pale flesh. She dropped it further, pushing at her breasts with her palm, pinching her nipples tenderly, feeling them go taut between her fingertips.“I’m standing by the window, naked,” he. This didn’t strike him as odd until he stepped up to the toilet and started relieving himself.“Who the fuck is cooking?” he asked, turning towards the door as if the cook was right next to him. The sound of urine hitting the wall and floor refocused him.After cursing himself for making a mess, and then cursing some more while he cleaned it up, Mike went back to his room to throw on a pair of jeans so he could greet the mystery chef in his kitchen.“HEY! Who the Hell is in my God-damned kitchen?. His head was shaved and there were signs that the razor had slipped several times. His eyes had the glazed look of one who is under the influence of a mood changing and possibly illegal substance. In happier times, Veronica would have considered this person an obvious nut case. She would have silently rued the way the capital city seemed to be more full by the day with such irritating eccentrics. Tonight, though, it was she who was standing out from the crowd - and how!Something of the same.