If it is a guy. Just what I really
need: a lesbian geek after my booty!
snorted, thinking about Skye at the office.
I love you too, sweetie. But please ...!
clicked on Drafts and her message disappeared.
"i luv u" stared back at her, in jet-black Arial on electric
Abruptly she scrolled down: there was nothing at the bottom
of the message, no giveaway, no electronic signature. The white screen
gaped at her, blank and a little intimidating, and she scrolled back
up to the teasing, deceptively direct, incomprehensible message.
Don't seem too eager. Play a little hard to get, like in high
school. Maybe not reply at all~no, he may go away.
Ahh, you really must be desperate! said an evil little
voice inside her head.
Carmen shook herself.
with "Who is this?" or "Do I know you?" or
love New York!" or, best of all, "I love you too, Sam!" Mortify him.
she slumped in her chair.
such an idiot. One more smart-aleck corporate jerk getting off by
getting me to buy something that will just make me look fat, feel
ugly, and destroy the planet. It's a god damn ad campaign! She had
been online for half her life, and the first rule of cyberspace she
had ever learned was, "Never believe anything you see on the web unless
you know the sender."
luv u," the words said to her, mockingly.
I don't "luv u"! she felt like shouting at the screen.
But she couldn't~not yet, anyway~shoot those cruel words, even in
moronic IM speak, on the cyber express back to TJX037X2, whoever he/she
Oh no! It's not Jack Kushner! She had caught him staring at
her in the office kitchen and once or twice down a long, lonely corridor.
The saddest desire in his huge