"I tell you Angie, it was the most romantic thing anyone has ever done for me," Christine said excitedly between mouthfuls of Caesar Salad and sips of Chardonnay.
"Well, tell me all about it girl," Angie replied.
The two women were sharing lunch on the one hundred and fifty second floor of the Liberty/Porterfield Building, in the most expensive restaurant in town. Though not always this extravagant, they did visit this restaurant a lot simply out of convenience. Located in the same building as the law office where they worked, it was just so much easier to ride the elevator up to the rooftop. As two of the leading associates at the firm, both women never had to worry about the price of a meal at any cost.
"I found it on my desk, neatly tucked beneath a bouquet of yellow roses."
"How many roses?"
Christine held up three fingers while suppressing an embarrassed smile.
"Three? Three roses? He gives you three roses and calls it romantic? I just plain call it cheap."
"Now come on Angie, he works at the prosecutor's office, he can't afford that much. Besides, anything more would have simply been too much, I mean the purpose of it all was the petition."
"So he's formalizing it?"
"That's right, here it is, an official Petition for Exchange of Sexual Congress."
"Well damn, hey wait. is there any fine print. I tell you now, last one of these I got slipped in a non-cum clause. The bastard left me hanging on the edge, when he came, he just pulled it out and started getting dressed. When I filed for compensation, he slapped me with a Declaratory informing me of the fine print."
"That prick."
"So you better check the fine print."
"Look and see, front and back no fine print."
"Okay, okay, but what's he say," Angie replied, taking a quick sip of her wine.
"Here it is, paragraph 2:
'
Proposed Sexual Congress:
Petitioner proposes a complete and mutually satisfying congress from initial sweet-talk and light petting through orgasm for both petitioner and petitioned in a variety of negotiated activities.'
"