She waved a hand dismissively at him. She then slid down in the chair again, bringing the skirt even higher upon her gorgeous thighs than before, and swung her chair slowly and slightly side to side. She watched his eyes the whole time, making sure she was having just the effect she wanted. “Promise to miss me?” she said in a sultry voice.

“Miss you? God, I’m halfway to going with you!” He said in an agonized tone.

She smiled prettily, then sat up and smoothed her outfit. He got up and they walked to the parking lot together. They chatted a bit longer before parting ways. She playfully flipped a finger down his lip and said she’d better not find Susan sitting in his lap when she got back.

He waved as he watched her drive away. He was going to miss her. She was pretty and flirty – yes, but she made work so much more fun than it had been before – than it had ever been. He decided he was going to have to give her a raise. He drove home in a bit of a funk.

After puttering around his apartment for an hour or so, he decided to give Kim a call. They got together every Saturday night, but he usually called on Friday just to confirm. As it turned out, Kim was sick with the flu and was going to try to call him later to cancel. He wanted to see her anyway; try to take care of her. No, she just wanted to rest, and she didn’t want him to see her all “hagged” out. He asked if he could do anything – send a doctor, anything at all. She assured him she just needed to rest.

This is turning into a hell of a weekend. He didn’t even feel like going out. Instead, he decided to work. He needed to review the proposals the law firms had sent in so he could ask intelligent questions. His briefcase was not there, though. He had gotten distracted by his conversation with Marcy and had left it on his desk. He toyed briefly with the idea of going back to get it, then decided he’d just go in to the office tomorrow and kill the day poring over the proposals. That still left the evening. What to do?

His mood was too sour for an evening out. He flipped on the television, but his mind kept wandering. He thought about Kim and wondered: should he go to her anyway? He could take her some soup and tissues or whatever. On the other hand, she had asked him specifically not to come – she didn’t want him to see her when she was not at her best. Then his mind wandered to work and the paperwork he’d left at the office. The office? What will it be like working with Susan instead of Marcy the next two weeks? He sighed heavily, realizing how very, very much he was going to miss Marcy.