Generally, by that time mum would have been pottering around and the sounds of dishes and cutlery would have been audible. So I got out of bed to find...out what was wrong. I didn't dress; I was still wearing my boxer shorts." What happened next? Did you find mum?" It was a logical question, well, two questions."She was still in bed and she didn't hear me walk in. She was lying on her side, facing the other way, so I slid into bed behind her asked her if she were OK, as in not well." David looked. "I mean ... would you like to goout to dinner?" I don't know. When?" Right now, I'll be right over."Tran nodded affirmatively, but I answered "Teri had a reallyhard day today. I think she needs my company." I know Peter's been trying to call her for the last half hour.If you say yes, I'll hang up so he can get through to her." Well, for a friend, OK. And don't offer to call me a cab!" Never again, I promise."I dressed schoolgirl chic: tight black sweater, a long woolenblack skirt, an open pea. I mean, for several years, I was the only male on the floor where my office is. Then, you must know that a lot of my female collegues (some of them being real hotties) are married women or just involved in long term relationships, VERY unsatisfied by their men, so you can imagine that, with one like me, being in my 20`s, with a nice future in front of me, for lots of them being the only one around at work (and for some of them, not only at work), I`m the man.But enough about me and back to my. "What!" The door flew open, and Harrie was there like she often was on the dorm floor, without her robe. Or anything else. Also a common sight."Hi, Harrie. Busy?" It smelled like she was. Girl busy.She snarled. "Yes. I was busy. Bu-sy. Go away." She was about the slam door when I produced what I hoped would be the right thing to get her attention."Lose one of these?"She caught the door before it hit my arm, nabbed the bra, and continued her snarl. "So it was you, huh. Fuck you." Nope. Not me..