Her giant projected face is red and rapidly redder as she carries her computer in to the next room, looking steadily in to the webcam as she walks. She is turning red because the tall, thin, oddly handsome, married Egyptian man who is running the meeting picked her to demonstrate the video conferencing system the assembled team will be using over the next two weeks after they have all gone home from these first two weeks of meetings. She is turning red because in picking her he confirmed her belief that she is the most attractive of the five good looking women in this room with over eighty men. She is red because last night, in her hotel room, she stood over this same web cam, looking down at it, from the same angle, and slowly removed her blouse while her boyfriend watched from far away. She is red because last night, after removing her blouse she lay down naked on the bed and played with herself more intensely than she could ever remember while her boyfriend watched on this same webcam. She is red because while he was watching her, and she was looking at the screen, where he was stroking himself in excitement at her beauty and her frenzy, while he was coming, shooting all over everything, and she was coming, screaming, she wasn't watching him, wasn't thinking about him, had forgotten he was there, was thinking about all those men, over eighty men, who have been watching her for the last two weeks of meetings, staring at her, staring at her as they are staring at her now, projected, on the screen, in all her redness, especially the tall, thin, oddly handsome married Egyptian man who is running the meeting.