”“Married guys get just as horny as single guys,” I replied.“Duly noted,” Dani replied, glancing down at my crotch, then back at the screen ...n her cell phone. “Send me your password when you get the chance.”I excided myself and headed back to my office to work on the password issue. I messaged Dani with three options to try. She replied with a rather nice view of her bikini-covered cleavage from what looked like a beach.I replied with a smiling emoji – and the words, “Show me some skin!”Her. They talked about everything. There were no awkward silences. It turned out that they lived less than a mile from each other. They made plans to rendevous in two days, on Thursday, at a Mexican restaurant down the street called Uno Mas.The next two days seemed to drag. She talked to Chris briefly on Wednesday night. They were both kinda giddy about the planned meeting the next evening. Chris told her to be on the look out for a bald guy with a goatee. Thursday arrived (finally). Caitlin arrived. To be honest, it was more of a long solo rant. Her friends knew the drill; they loved her but no one could stand this ranting. Every time it was the same old story —"Boys this; boys that." They would pretend to listen, try to nod or hum approvingly at the right time, hoping it would be over soon. Brie had to go to the ladies’ room, and that was when she ran into Frank. She had to pass him and when she did he turned around. "You are a real piece of work," he smiled. Brie stopped, frowned and. "Me too. It's tempting, and I'm sure the scriptwriters could work it into the storyline."I traced some circles on the tabletop. "You know, we could probably do something with the whole idea." You mean a director and Assistant Producer do in their entire cast out of sheer frustration?" I've heard worse plot lines. The one we're shooting comes to mind."Tyra got this thoughtful look on her ace. "You want to work something up, or me?" Why not do it together. Two can feed off of each other better.