"Good luck with that, Lana. She's not the mini-skirt type. And I don't know why not. I've seen her in shorts, and she has some dynamite legs on her. O..., well, different strokes, and all." He fixed the drinks, making a Scotch and soda for himself.He offered a toast. "Well, Lana, cheers, and here's to your success." He held his glass out toward her.She said, quite softly, with her wine glass poised in mid-air, "My success, Ken, will come to me tonight if you help me by... fucking the bejabbers. We both leaned over and kissed, first just a lip-touching contact, then more contact, and then full-on lip lock. We both scooted over and wrapped our arms around each other as we began a full make-out session.We kissed and embraced for a good ten minutes, interspacing kissing with running our lips over each other's cheeks and neck. I was careful not to cause any hickeys – that’s so bush league. I also spent some time rubbing my cheek over hers – by the way her breathing changed she liked that,. Miranda shook herself, and grabbed me by the shirt collar, dragging me inside. I formed a small pool of water in her hallway, and taking my glasses off again in another futile attempt at wiping it clean of water, I felt her move away from me. She returned a few minutes later, thrusting a towel into my hands. I used it to dry myself as best as I could, drying my hair roughly, leaving it to stand on end. I heard movement from the living room, and the last voice on earth that I had wanted to hear. So physical intimacy would be difficult but that does not mean it will never happen but if it does happen I want to make it very special for you. Till then it would not mean that I do not care for you and at the workplace nobody should suspect anything by our actions.(Pinky looked at me with tears in her eyes. I thought I had hurt her and cursed myself but she saw the look in my eyes)She immediately said, “Don’t worry sir, these are tears of joy. I am glad that I chose you as my soul mate.