There has to be a spare key somewhere around here! Everysuitcase comes with one. Look around, check the dresser drawers. Ms.Lawrence began rummagin... again while Rick moved back into the livingroom. He moved to a desk and began quickly working through the drawers.Paperwork, computer discs, letters, paid bill receipts. Then finallythe center drawer. Pens, pencils and more pens, a stapler, an ink padtwo erasers some paperclips. And then came the old ashtray filled withpush pins, a few more. “You’ve got an erection,” she said bluntly. “You’re enjoying this aren’t you? We’re dying to pee and you’re getting off on this.” The manager blushed, his hands in his lap as if being told off by a school teacher. “You dirty boy,” Mel said, her dress finally at her waist, revealing her lack of underwear. She gulped and froze for a moment, unsure if she was making a mistake. But it was too late to go back now, her body was just too desperate. With a squeeze of her muscles, she let her bladder. As I opened my eyes, I realized 2 things simultaneously: 1, the moisture between my legs was not entirely perspiration, and 2, the attentive public servant across the street had taken in an eyeful. I slowly removed my hand to my drink, never breaking the staring match, and took a long cool sip. He never broke his gaze, and I mentally reaffirmed my resolve to keep things simple. I really don't need this, but boy could I ever use it. Just as I thought he would turn back to his work, he shut. Please promise that you won't be angry with me." Okay, Kelly. What about it?" I looked at her expectantly.Her eyes were averted as she continued, "Do you remember that time when you suggested that perhaps I should have an affair?"I nodded."Well I met someone at the party and he brought me home and..." There was a pause."And what?" I asked. I tried to appear calm but I was aware of the tightening in my throat and in my stomach."And we ended up having sex!"I didn't say anything.She started to.