He spun around to the computer key board and stated. "The best placeto start is with sex. What kind of sex do you like?" He looked upexpectantly wa...ting my answer.What kind of crazy question was that? I asked myself. Obviously, onethat only a mad scientist would ask, was the only answer I could thinkof. I decided that I would have a little fun with this guy."Sex?" I repeated. "Lots of it."He actually started to type it into the terminal before it registered.He turned from the screen and. She did up the bow then tucked him into thenylon lined hostess pants then pulled them up tight, zipped up the backzipper then buttoned the two back buttons at the three inch widewaistband.She parted his hair in the middle and it flowed down to just past hisears. He had a good start and soon it would be at least shoulder lengthwhen she thought she could have something done with it. At least hedidn?t have a crew cut like most other young men. She added a spritz ofher perfume and some face powder. Relieved, she went back to her workstation, to find herself alone in the office once more.Anne sat back in her chair, gazing into infinity for a moment. She wondered how Stan and Denise were getting on, what they were doing.Denise had taken her own car that morning, as she'd be dropping into her house later to pick up some clothes, do some laundry and a little housework. She got home, completed her chores and in no time at all it was already half past six. Denise was tired, hungry and feeling. A few months went by, I saw this guy when we were working about once a week, it wasn't really that awkward seeing him. It was like we shared a little naughty secret, I hadn't felt such a thrill since that night (even though I'd had sex since). It lay between us, not spoken about but there, leaving a level of sexual tension still there. We became friends, he borrowed my DVDs and stuffOne weekend around Easter I'd arranged to pick up a film from his - I'd had a really naughty morning, getting.