I am just a poster and not the author. 
 
 
    Now it is time for some sex in the work place. 
 
 
 
   Ah spring! It was the kind of day where the air is so humid 
you can cut it with a knife. I had just come back from lunch 
with my friends and was still joking about our co-worker Ralph's 
dress habits. He says he was a nerd in high school, but that he 
is not anymore. But just looking at him in his shorts and pink 
shirt, trying to be cool, you can tell he lives, eats, and 
breathes com- puters. Not that he's disagreeable, but he just 
seems very naive and tries too hard to fit in. 
 
   As we went up the stairs to get back to work, Eva came down. 
The air conditioning in the building was always cranked, and 
Eva's nipples were responding by showing through her blouse. If 
ever there was a woman that could stop traffic, she was it: 
shoulder length blonde hair, dark complexion, and brown eyes. 
She looked particularly good in the red blouse and black skirt 
that she wore today. 
 
   As we passed, she smiled and said, "Hello." Her smile was 
wonder- ful, flashing white teeth behind full lips. It was the 
perfect compliment to her round face. 
 
   The afternoon passed with the usual meetings and kibitzing 
around the coffee maker. As 5:00 approached, Ted called me into 
his of- fice. All of the offices had windows into the adjoining 
offices, so we called them fish bowls.  Most people had posters 
or some- thing blocking the window so that you didn't feel like 
you were on display. Ted had a PC on his desk and wanted to show 
me some pictures he had gotten off of the network. He told me to 
close the door, and then he brought up a picture of a brunette 
wearing only a bikini bottom, her top dangling from her upturned 
hand. Childish as this may seem, there is an odd pleasure in 
viewing naughty pictures on company equipment during office 
hours. Ted said he had two more, one was a crotch shot and the 
other was a poor resolution photo of woman in a nightgown. 
 
   "Are you Catholic?" Ted asked. 
 
   "I used to be," I said. 
 
   "Catholic boys always seem more interested in dirty 
pictures," he said.  Perhaps that was it. 
 
   "Going home, now?" Ted asked. 
 
   "No, I have some files to change before I go. P.A. wants the 
changed in by Friday." 
 
   "Who is P.A.?" said Ted. 
 
   "Potato chip ass? Our boss, Chuck. Don't you think he walks 
around like he has a potato chip up his ass and he is trying not