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a quarter to five, the numbers on Cora’s spreadsheets were starting to swim. She closed down her accounting program and decided to check her personal email.  Maybe he’d replied since she’s left home this morning. She was trying to be good today and not check obsessively like the last two days.
     
    To: [email protected]
    From: [email protected]
    Date, Wednesday, January 16, 2008 1:45 p.m.
    Subject: Possibilities
    Cora,
    I’m not sure where to start, so I’ll start here, you’ve hit two things on the head, nothing ventured, nothing gained, and no harm, no foul.  I will say your reply came as quite a surprise . I created that ad a while ago and have as of yet received only one response, yours.  It was a pleasant surprise. I am flattered that you might think of me in that way.  After the meeting last week, when we were talking and you mentioned my beard and you smiled at me something felt, well, there was just something, but I had been painting the new house so I figured I might just be high on paint fumes .  
    Your responses to my questions were very witty. I always knew you were sharp, but color me even more impressed, that color is currently hidden under the blush I still sport whenever I think about you complimenting the beard, if I’d known that’s what it would take to get a pretty girl to notice me I would have gotten lazy years ago.
    I’ve also had one serious relationship. It was with a co-worker at my previous job, which is why it took me a couple of days to respond.  I hope you didn’t think I wasn’t interested, because I am, but I needed to stew on it and get the sage advice of my twin sister, who boxed my ears, called me a bonehead and told me to grow a pair.
    I’m interested in getting to know more about Cora besides her love of strawberry candies, her Buffy the Vampire Slayer action figure collection, and her penchant for singing in her cube when she thinks no one is listening.
    So , here’s what I propose, let’s trade some emails, be pen pals of a sort, learn about each other a little more. Maybe get coffee, and see how we feel about possibilities, because bonnie lass, I’m as open to them as you are, so what do you say?
    Daniel
    “Holy fucking shit.” Cora sat slack jawed staring at her monitor.
    Kaelyn didn’t even bother with a chat session if Cora was cursing, aloud, at work, she needed to walk over. “What’s up; is everything okay?”
    Cora got out of her seat, plopped the little pixie in it and turned her to face the monitor.
    “Sweet merciful Zeus, Cora, this is… well this is fucking fantastic, but I will neither gloat, nor say I told you so, I’ll just think it.” She swiveled and smugly looked up at her friend.
    “Please go stand at the printer and pick this up for me . I need a hard copy of this, because quite frankly I can’t believe it’s real and Gwennie knocked my printer off my desk a couple of weeks ago and it shattered and I haven’t replaced it,” her eyes pleading.
    Kaelyn pretended great effort, “Fine, fine, fine, make the pregnant woman do all the work.”
    “You’re like twenty-eight seconds pregnant I think the spec will be able to take a ten foot walk.” And with that, she waited until Kaelyn was next to the printer and hit ‘print’.
    Kaelyn brought it back and made a sad attempt at playing keep away, Cora wasn’t tall but Kaelyn was pocket sized, she didn’t stand a chance at that game against anyone but her eighteen-month-old Charlie.
    “If that thing gets sticky tonight do NOT bring it back to this office,” Kaelyn snorted.
    “Do you even know how masturbation works , Kaelyn?  It’s not like I’m going to run the printout all over my special places, I’ll just tape it to the ceiling above my bed,” she giggled as she folded it and put it away.
    Kaelyn went back to her cube to collect her stuff, Cora bundled up and walked around the pod on her way to join her friend at the elevator when she bumped into Daniel,