"Where can I put this stuff?" She asked as calmly as she could, indicating the armful of documents she had brought with her."Over there on the table."...Dan pointed her to the dining room - actually a dining area - and watched her shapely ass as she walked over to it and set down the bundle.He just stood there by the door watching as she sorted the documents out, back to him and bent over the table.Mindy winced. What was she doing? She had intended to sit down to sort through the stacks but here. “Just give the guy at the gate your name; he’ll have a pass card ready for you.”Now that I was ready for tomorrow’s commute we went to her favorite Mexican restaurant. We started with margaritas while we studied the menu. Since it was early and we had the place nearly to ourselves service was prompt. The drinks arrived while I was still on the first page of the menu. Our first drinks washed down salsa and chips and were gone before the waiter returned. I ordered a reload when he returned to. . I’m not sure how alone they’ll be...”“Oh really ... you think they’ll do it? This weekend?”“I dunno ... Kirsten kept looking at me and smiling, this evening. I think she’s up to something...”“Well, shit. That would work out perfectly, though.”“Yeah ... yeah...”“What you wearin’?”“Nothin’. I’m in bed, bitch.”“Damn you go to bed early. I’m just gettin’ warmed up.”“Early to bed, you know.”“You gonna ... you gonna have some fun, tonight?”“Thought about it...”“You still got that ... little purple. I suppose that demonstrates advanced learning, eh? I guess I'll bathe him before dinner."In the evening Martha asked whether I'd be in the office on Friday and whether she could come and talk to me 'about a problem.' We set it up for 10:30 — that would give me time to go through whatever the day's absence had heaped on my desk. I wondered what her 'problem' was.There was plenty to throw away when I got to the office, but I'd transferred the paper to the trash can within an hour and was.