"Well," I told myself, "Looks like you have no choice." I felt like an idiot for even thinking of it, but at least I wasn't alone. All the chain-smo...ing, near-drunk, gambling addicts were doing it - and it seemed to be paying off. Yup, you guessed it. I was gonna try sweet-talking my machine. "Please, baby, you can do it. I know you can." Nothing. "Just one winner, just one. That's all I ask." Again, nothing. "Come on, daddy needs a new pair of shoes!" What can I say? I saw it in a movie. I continued my work for a while but being so chilling I asked her if I could use one of the terminal to remotely login, she offered me one next to her.While I worked on her server she was surfing net and reading something. Quite often I would sneak peek at her thinking she might be reading some technical stuff as it was in Arabic, after a while she went to washroom and I tried to squint to see what was she referring, gosh she was accessing some sex stories site in Arabic, I smiled at my luck. " I'm not so sure. I like it but it's difficult for me to decide bylooking at myself in the mirror. I need to see it in different lightingconditions and such. That's where you come in." How so?" Like this" she said as she picked up the lipstick, removed the cap,screwed it to bring the tip out and started raising it to my face!"Whoa!" I said. "What are you doing?" Isn't it obvious, Terry? I want to see what it looks like on you. Bea sport, honey." But isn't that a little gay, darling? Men. " In an overdone tone of conceit and cockiness, I replied, "Thank you...you may be right." She gave me a little peck on the cheek, and her perfume went right to my brain. We sat in the den sipping the drinks and chatting about my day at work, and hers at the medical seminar. She was wearing a pale orange sleeveless summer dress that buttoned up the front. A bright orange belt highlighted her waist, and hosiery and bright orange heels finished the look. Her blonde hair was swept up over her.