Four notes to Mark, from your sister Lillith:- What to do when you find a girl attractive
Do not ask her for sex, especially if she is your mother's boss or priest.
Do not tell her you like her insulated physique. If she understands what you mean, she will not be flattered.
If you ah, have an erection, please hide it. Your boss Ryan is an ass but he is right that this is not a good look in a meeting.
Do not focus your attention on her breasts as many women find this offensive. To show her you like her, focus your attention on her eyes, or if you find this intense, on her eyebrows.
Do not tell her you wish to dip her in a vat of aluminium so she would have skin of metal. (okay, five notes, but wrote the last one in after the police called round.)
Mark Ballard looked at the note on his iPhone, as his other hand clasped a shredded cat5 cable revealing it's copper innards. In front of his work desk, stood a woman with hair like copper. He lifted the cable, so that as the woman was escorted by his boss Ryan, to a vacant desk in front of him, the copper wire glinted just as the copper colour of her hair glinted. Even though her attention was focused on Ryan, Mark smiled at the cute redhead.
Copper. micro copper cables. Hair
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Copper hair.
Mark's thoughts rushed in a flurry of excitement. She turned round and looked at him, and then hurriedly and clumsily averted her gaze.
"Mark, Mark hello? Oh God, he's in love again, spare us." Gunther exclaimed. His blond Tintin quiff bounced as he threw his skinny hands melodramatically into the air.
Mark turned his head away and looked at Gunther confused, "Again? When was I last in love?"
Gunther smirked, "When we got that new hoover with the extra shiny nozzle."
Mark scowled at Gunther in annoyance, "I was never in love with that hoover. At the very least I prefer my lovers to have a central processing unit."
Mark heard his boss Ryan clear his throat from behind, "Uh okay, awkward. Sally, meet the guys who make all the movement happen in our games. This is Mark and Gunther, our physics programmers. Mark and Gunther meet Sally, our new web developer. She's also going to be migrating the backend database for both our intranet and our customer extranet over from mySQL to msSQL."
Mark gazed at Sally with great interest. She was sweet- looking, with flushed cheeks and freckles, glasses that hid earnest emerald eyes and waves of red hair that spilt, like newly burnished copper onto her shoulders. She was plump, cuddly with a buxom physique and a large bottom. Mark smiled at her widely and fidgeted. She nudged up her glasses and looked away shyly.
Mark's romantic reveries were interrupted by Gunther's protestations, "You have to be kidding me! Out with the near Platonic ideal of open source, technology without borders, available even to the simplest of street children, and in with the corporate dronery of Microsoft? Never did I think I would live to suffer this day!"
Sally looked lost for words, but then, in a quiet English accent she replied, "Um, it's a more stable platform, and the support we can get is more standardized than say what you can find for open source. For example, if we ever implement SharePoint-"
Gunther put his hand up in a halt sign, "Holy mercy! Ryan, security really let this Beelzebub through the front gates of our Utopia? Heaven is burning as we speak!"
Ryan growled angrily at Gunther, "Gunther, my office, NOW! Mark, you can show her round the kitchen, show her the fire exits and stuff, just please don't share your political views on technology with her."
Mark nodded and inhaled, thrilled. He bounced to his feet, towering over her at 6'4. To her paleness, he was dark and mixed-raced, his hair curly locks wild and unruly, despite his sister's efforts to try and get him to a hairdresser.
Ryan led a defiant Gunther away into his office.
Mark remembered the list he had revised that his sister had written for him. The list of things not to do to a girl when attracted. That meant if there was five things he could not do to a girl he was attracted to, there was still hundreds, thousands, scratch that,
zillions
of things he could do to a girl he was attracted to.
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Sally gazed in contemplation at Mark's desk, believing that someone's work desk could unwittingly say a lot about a person. Mark's was covered in robots; mini-model androids, strange robotic parts that looked like they might work, and some post cards of anime mecha. Sally did not need great powers of deduction to postulate that this was a man who liked his robots.
The moment she had seen Mark, a tall dark handsome man with a smile on his face, she felt incredibly uncomfortable, her cheeks had flushed, and she tried to compose herself.
There is no way anyone that handsome could ever like you, just be professional. Best avoid his eye contact too, to avoid turning into a quivering wreck of lust.
"Okay, let me show you to the kitchen. I think you will be impressed by the coffee machine. It has a volumetric water pump with heat exchangers, and, furthermore it does an excellent job with the frothing of milk. Gunther hacked it and subtly tweaked the programming." Mark said enthusiastically.
Sally looked worried and vowed to stay away from the 'tweaked' coffee machine, keeping her head down as she followed Mark.
He has lovely strong legs, I wonder if he plays sports.
As they went into the kitchen Sally could feel herself heating up at the thought of his proximity.
I hope I am not blushing too much.
As she followed him into the kitchen, she allowed her hair to cascade around her face, in the hope of shielding her embarrassment, that she, frumpy Sally, would even deign to be attracted to such a beautiful man.
"Sooo...this is the kitchen. It includes chairs, table, sink, coffee machine, toaster, microwave, cutlery, cups, plates. Everything here that you could ever want, in the world." Mark leant against a canteen counter and smiled at Sally, assessing her.
If I ever make a robot, it will have plenty of copper hair for heat conduction and well-positioned padding for insulation. It will look like Sally.
Mark thought excitedly.
Sally felt uncomfortable as Mark looked at her body with brazen hunger, she fidgeted slightly, "Um, so how long have you worked here?"
Mark looked at Sally in the eyes, then feeling overwhelmed by the rawness of the eye contact, strangely piercing evergreen eyes, he looked away before straightening up, "Um, um. Three years. Okay, let me show you the fire exit."
Mark rushed past, feeling a surge of both exhilaration and terror. All of his 'admirations' for women had ended badly. He had been accused of stalking his neighbour when he crafted thirty one miniature robot sculptures based on her likeness and planted them outside her lawn one morning. That had ended with the police. Then there was the time when he had fallen in love with a girl in junior high, writing a very simple transposition cipher-encrypted love note. Mark had read somewhere that girls loved rubescent colours, so he wrote the cryptic letter in deep red ink, though as he was using a fountain pen, the ink had run a bit. That had also resulted, eventually, in the police calling round, with dogs. The dogs had barked at him, and that had frightened Mark. After that, Lillith told him to be careful regarding how he conducted himself with women.
Sally followed Mark down a staircase.
"This is a fire exit. You can exit it in the event of a fire." Mark gestured, at the fire exit. He appeared to be fascinated with Sally's eyebrows.
He is paying a bit too much attention to my eyebrows.
Perturbed, Sally felt her cheeks grow redder still.
"Oh that's good."Sally croaked out, fidgeting on her heels as Mark's gaze seemed to intensify.
"This is a fire extinguisher. You can use it to extinguish a fire. Your cheeks look like they are on fire by the way, they are very, very red." Mark drawled, closing in on her, he placed his hands on her cheek, "very warm."
Sally looked at Mark, entranced, as his hands caressed her cheek, he was still gazing at her, eyes dilate like black moons, his breathing heavier. Sally felt herself growing flush in response, and all sorts of delicious sensations washed over her.
But then like a pin to a balloon Ryan's aghast shouting brought them both back down to earth, "Mark! My office now! Now yes Mark...I am so sorry Sally, my staff normally aren't so tactile with their new colleagues. Let me show you to your desk and then I am coming back to you."
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Rhett sat twitching his leg at like a hummingbird as he nervously waited for Ryan.
"Frak!" He cried in despair. How could be in trouble when he did not break one of Lillith's rules? He had simply observed that Sally had hot, red cheeks. Of course he was going to touch them, he was very much the natural scientist.
If her cheeks were hot, was she hot everywhere?
Mark fidgeted at the thought, feeling a pleasant tingle stir his cock.
Ryan opened the door to his office, looked at his employee and sighed, "Christ Mark. You spend all your time ignoring everyone apart from me and Gunther-"
"Gunther and I." Mark succinctly corrected Ryan's English.
"Okay, Gunther and I, and I get it because of your Asperger's and stuff, but then the moment I think 'this guy is a safe pair of hands, he won't do anything crazy, apart from show her the canteen, show her the fire exits' you set out to prove me wrong. Lucky for you Sally is just brushing it off, saying she's fine. So, tell me Mark, why did you touch Sally that way?"
