The normally subdued, almost nervous Angie replied with somethingresembling a real fervor. "Don't think I haven't noticed, Stephen. It'sshocking, real...y, that we've lost so many long-serving colleagues overwhat is so clearly sexist and objectifying hiring practices. I'm all foraffirmative action and the easing of women's access to the jobs they'requalified for, but the only credentials I'm seeing from thesereplacement employees are their physical assets. That woman who tookover from me looked. It was a nice quiet neighborhood. But the icing on the cake was when we met our neighbor. His name was Bobby and god was he hot. He had a swimmer's build (which wasn't surprising considering he was on the swim team in High School) that he frequently showed off when he tanned himself in his backyard wearing nothing but speedos. Today was no different. We occasionally looked out to see a perfect vantage point of Bobby from our window as we fucked."Oh god baby, he's wearing those blue ones that. She was walking around, and I followed. A bit stalkerish I admit, but what can I say? She intrigued me. As the night wore on she began to look back. I faked like I was talking to whoever was near me at the time, until she kept walking. Finally, around midnight she got a text message. She looked at if for what seemed like forever until she finally smiled. It was the first smile of the night for her. It made her glow, and I was speechless. I was so busy committing it to memory, that I did not. Soon we were going over the main program code. She had a lot of questions because I hadn't documented the code very well. After a few minutes I was standing behind her looking over her shoulder as she worked through the mass of code. She started pointing out places where improvements could be made. I stopped her and dug out a colored pencil so she could mark up the printed pages. After a bit she turned and looked at me, and kissed me.“You may not know this,” she said, “but there is nothing.