Ah, Elizabeth. What can I say. From the moment I saw her, I wanted her terribly. I suppose that the best way to describe her is to say that she is what every real man wants, in his heart of hearts. So many men are hypocrites. They want a woman at home who is shy and virginal - pure. But they want to go outside of their relationship for sexual pleasure - they want to find a whore. Truly enlightened men, who have been fortunate enough to find truly enlightened women, know that the most desirable woman is she who is both pure and libidinous; she who is demure one moment and animalistic the next. From moment one, I knew Elizabeth was just such a woman.
She is a beautiful young woman, 19 or 20, with long wavy blue-black hair, piercing blue eyes, and a generally slim build, but one with the hips and behind of a woman twice her size. She looks cute in skirts, but better in pants, which accentuate the wonderful shapeliness of her below-torso body. She dresses pretty stylishly for such a young woman, especially one growing up in the Midwest (attending college in our nation's capital has surely been a good influence). Her shy smile would melt the coldest heart, but her sharp tongue could put the most cocky womanizer in his place in a heartbeat.
Although I saw her around the office occasionally, and we did briefly speak on occasion, I never really got much of a chance to get to know her, enjoy her company, or appreciate her beauty for any extended period of time until she began assisting my immediate supervisor. What a stroke of luck! As our mutual boss is big on delegating, rather than each of us working with him, we found ourselves working together quite often. As such, I had the bittersweet opportunity to spend time with her...and to learn that she had a boyfriend.
I had resigned myself to the reality of appreciating Elizabeth from afar when another lucky stroke came my way. We found ourselves working late one evening. It's an age old tale, ripe for fiction, but sometimes it's real. Sometimes it's real...nice. It seemed hot in the office that night, though it easily could have been my imagination...or the pheromones flying between us. We kept it generally professional, but any observer (and thank goodness there were none) would have easily noticed the chemistry, the innocent flirtation, the connection. Our project completed, I asked Elizabeth where she'd parked, saying that I would walk her to her car given the late hour. She said that she carpools, and that her ride had left long ago; she planned to call a taxi.
"Don't be ridiculous," I said. "I'll give you a ride home."
A brief pause as she considered the offer, her head tilted and her tongue askance at the left side of her mouth.
