When we arrived Tiffany brought out a pair of cheap black stockings that she had purchased by mistake a year before and were too big. They fit me fin... and I switched them so “Pet”- Peter- could wash mine. Tiffany and I waited together and watched some amateur Bi-sex porn. She’d changed into a silk robe and was wearing something under it but I couldn’t see what it was. I wasn’t quite clear which of the two was really in charge or what kind of relationship they had, so I asked. She explained. Same with me. We drift closer, inches apart as he compares writing a singularly amazing line of code to the perfect character pronouncement with equally excellent grammar. I add a comment about the perfect sex scene, and how I struggle to write the complicated thoughts and turning points that go into the act. Our lips are an inch apart—No. Less. Almost… ‘Hey.’ Em taps my shoulder and I nearly fall out of my stool for the third time. Damnit! ‘Ready to go?’ Her eyes don’t miss a thing and they. "What?" Hayley asked, chuckling at him.He slammed a paper down on the table with an emphatic, "Boom!" Hayley shared a look with Josh before they both glanced down at the paper. It was a flyer for a house party. "Having a mid life crisis Marcus? Wanting to relive your youth?" Hayley teased."Let's go," he said, a crazy smile on his face.Hayley laughed, "pfft okay." When he didn't flinch she looked to Josh for help, "Is his serious?" Usually not but..." Josh trailed offMarcus pushed the flyer. She could see the bulge even across the room that ended just above the knee. He scanned the room to see if she was really there. He’d flown all this way and still couldn’t believe a woman of her caliber would be willing to meet up with a man she barely knew. Yeah, they’d become friends on line, but so many things on line are shaded to protect one’s self. He’d lied, she would know it soon, but he hoped she would understand. He saw her, the glow of her red hair radiant in the afternoon sun’s.