Nothing happened the next day, Wednesday, at all. Got through it more or less unscathed, and actually got some work done. Spent the night reading and watching some TV. Laptop was on, but no messages. Crashed about 11 and worked my way through a couple of fantasies with the girls. Next day was Thursday. I wondered if I should plan on stopping by Starbucks on the way to the parking garage after work. Did they have a regular routine where they did the same thing each Thursday. I decided I would have to, just to see what might happen.
About 11 AM, though, my cell phone rang, and I didn't recognize the number, but it was local, so I picked up.
"Hello, Gene Davis here."
A female voice "Hi, Gene, I'm sure you remember me. We had a nice visit on Tuesday afternoon in the park by the pond. Do you remember me?"
"Yes for sure, but which one are you, I'm not sure I recognize your voice enough to connect with a name?"
"I can't tell you. That's part of the surprise we have for you."
"We???"
"Well, just me for now. Are you at work?"
"Yes."
"Great. You want to take me out for lunch?"
"Sure. Where would you like to go?"
"Your choice, but it needs to be a sit down kind of place, no burger, taco, or sub shop, OK? We have a problem that we need to talk to you about."
"Sure there's a couple of places near here. You want me to come get you, or...."
"No, its OK, I know where you work, I'll come and get you at quarter to. Bye."
And she was gone. So, now another adventure begins, I thought. I was pretty sure that wasn't Steph, just didn't sound like her. I never paid too much attention to the others' voices, so it could have been any one of them.
So promptly at quarter to twelve, my desk phone rang, and Teri, our front desk girl told me that "there is a Ms. Pearson to see you about her school project and should I bring her back to your office?"
"No, that's OK, I'll come and get her."
So, out of the office, down the hall to the reception area, and there was Kelly, dressed quite smartly with a crisp white blouse, knee length black skirt, and a grey jacket on top. She was carrying what looked to be a leather type folder that people use to take notes on. Very professional looking, I thought.
"Hi, Mr. Davis, so good of you to see me on such short notice. And thanks for letting me interview you for my business class project."
"Yes, glad to do it. Why don't we go back to my office, uh... its Kelly, correct?"
"Yes, that's right, good of you to remember."
I pointed down the hall, and said "My office is the open door at the end of the hall, go ahead."
She went first, and I could see the gentle sway of her hips as she went down the hall. Nothing exaggerated, but she knew I was watching. She went into the office, I pointed to the chair in front of my desk, and she sat down, and crossed left leg over right, letting her skirt ride quite high up, but not far enough to see if there were panties or not, but damn close.
"So, how can I help you?"
"Can you close the door?"