It's just... well, I like it, I guess. You're ok with that,aren't you?"I shrugged. "Sure, I guess. I mean I never would have ever thoughtabout wearing...anything like this, but now that I have... well... I likeit, too." And the hair and that adorable headband? That's all good, too?"I nodded, but then I glanced at the stove to be sure that I'd set thetimer and noticed the time on the microwave. "Hey - you're reallyearly, aren't you?"Now, Opie suddenly looked a little guilty. "I am. I left early so. Her hand clenched tight in my hair I feelher pull my head up so that I have no choice but to look into his eyes."Wonderful," she says. "Won't you come in?"She walks me back into the room, hand still clenched in my hair, until weare in front of the couch. She stops me far enough from the couch thatshe can sit comfortably, but close enough that she can reach out andtouch if she wants. Then she turns me so that I am facing sideways inrelation to how she will sit."On your knees, petal," she says.. Your skinny jeans andathletic shoes looked very familiar to me. They ought to have, as I hadordered the same from Long Tall Sally a few days earlier." Your eyes met mine and your amygdala registered that I had made you.Your flight response was in full gear. You hopped off that desk soquickly to smooth the legs of your pants down. Too late, I thought as Isat there smiling - trying to do so ever so warmly, so as not to bethreatening. I had the hots for you from the first class, as didseveral. Every last one.Misconduct. Unreported resistance. Forged waivers. Fabricated permissions. Every one a gross violation of the Mind Control Regulatory Act of 2046.Quickly I pop the data crystal into the port and let it extract the data. I lean back outside the soft glow of the screen, the only light save for the twinkling of the city outside the huge windows behind me.My initial sense of indignation gives way to euphoria. I have it. My exclusive. I, Yvonne Fallon, will win the Pulitzer for this!.