Alfred had waited on me. I lit the lamp and set the table to dine in style. The food had arrived in a tight Styrofoam parcel. The steak was thick, jui...y, searingly hot and tasted wonderful, the potatoes roasted just so, the salad crisp and spiced delectably. While I washed down the last morsels with the fruity South African Shiraz, I was thinking of my wife. What if Alfred's five minutes were stretched into hours, days, even forever? What would she find, how would she react if she went. I folded my legs under meto hide it and reached into my handbag for my cigarettes. I lit one ofthe Superkings and relaxed back into the sofa. I gently inhaled a tinyamount of smoke and suppressed the urge to cough without noticing. Aswell as plenty of wine, I got through 8 smokes that evening before bed.It was 1am when John pecked me on the cheek and wished me goodnight. Istumbled up to bed and after putting on my red lacy nightie, I driftedoff to sleep.I woke on Monday morning and removed my. I hope he asks me out soon. Huh? What the? Oh nevermind. There heis. As I walk over to him, I couldn't help but notice how sexy he is. Igotta get him before some other girl gets him. Wait. Other girl? Was Ijust checking him out? Oh no! Not only have I become a girl, but now I'mthinking like a girl. I have to get out of here and... do something.Anything. But if I leave, this hunk might end up with another girl. No!Stop! Got to get out of here. Oh no! He's noticed me. Quick! Saysomething. Ask him. “Yes, sir. More so if you'd fuck me with it, sir,” I said honestly. He chuckled and slid the head along my slit, making my eyes roll back. Suddenly I felt a shove from my side. I turned to see that Alexander had knocked me out of my fantasy. I glared at him and he grinned. “Aden,” I heard Kennick say. I turned to him, feeling my cheeks blush. He grinned slightly and continued, “Would you please grace us with your voice and read the next poem? It's the Guillaume Apollinaire one on page three.” .