MasterPC Ch. 01

"Mmmmm, thanks," he whispered. "I love snowballing."

They kissed some more, basking in the afterglow of good conversation, a good dinner, and fantastic sex.

"You need to call me a taxi."

"OK, you're a taxi."

She punched him on the arm.

"How long are you here?"

"Two more nights."

"Really? Wanna do this again?"

"We'd be fools not to."

"Let's skip dinner next time."

"Works for me. What time do you get off?"

"Five."

"That's a good time to get off on."

"Pick me up?"

"Is it safe -- neighbors and all that?"

"I'll e-mail you an address where you can come and get me. It'll be OK. No one knows me in this town except a few co-workers."

"OK. Or you could call the cell phone number that I gave you."

"That would work."

She kissed him again and then got up from the bed and started retrieving her clothing. David watched her for a moment and then got up to put on something to walk her down to the lobby. He put his dress slacks and shirt back on, and slipped into his loafers sans socks.

Darla had skipped the panty hose and was wearing her black sheath. He saw her slip her panties and panty hose into her purse. He pocketed his room key and his wallet and they went out the door, into the elevator, and down to the lobby. David had the doorman flag a cab and then he went around to the drivers' window as the doorman ushered Darla into the back seat.

David gave the cabby a pair of twenty dollar bills.

"This ought to get the lady anywhere she wants to go. You keep the rest."

"You got it man," the cabby said.

Darla rolled down the window and leaned her head out for a quick kiss.

"Call me," David said as the cab started to pull away.

And she did. And they did. And that, as they say, is another story.