peeked over her shoulder; keeping an eye out for, Mr. Tumblesome, her supervisor.
She took a bite of her donut and washed it down with some coffee, then moved on to her guilty pleasure, the Craigslist’s, Missed Connection, section. She chuckled softly to herself while scrolling through the messages, occasionally opening up messages with snappy headlines that caught her attention.
Suddenly she let out a little yelp and her best friend, Taylor, glanced up from her computer. "What's going on?" Taylor asked.
"I'm a missed connection," Drew answered excitedly. “Finally, I’m a missed connection!”
Taylor shot up from her desk and hurried over to her friend's cube. "Really?" She knew that her friend read Craigslist religiously, sometimes up to five times a day.
Drew re-read the message for the fourth time. You: sexy, statuesque, Black lady, wearing denim shorts, men's suit jacket, pink camisole, a straw fedora and four-inch sandals. Your tits were jiggling with every step. You were strutting through the Target parking lot yesterday. You looked so hot!
Me: A twenty-five-year-old White man, with blond hair and green eyes. I'm six feet three, I work out a lot, I have a killer body, and the best thing is that I'm nine inches long. Please email me at
[email protected] .
"OhmyGod! Should I e-mail him?"
"You have to. He sounds so cute."
Drew paused, then: "I don't know."
"Well, why do you spend so much time reading this?"
Drew shrugged. “For shits and giggles.”
“Yeah right. I think you’re doing it because you were hoping someone would write about you and now they did and you’re scared.”
“Am not!” Drew protested.
“Yeah you are.”
“You’re right,” Drew said then giggled. “But I never thought it would happen,” she sheepishly admitted.
“Well it did. Now you have to do something about it.”
“I don’t know.”
Taylor nudged her friend. “Move.”
“What are you doing?” A startled Drew asked.
“Moving you out of the way so that I can respond to this man.”
Drew pushed her friend away, their co-workers eyed them curiously. “Behave yourself,” Drew hissed. “I’ll do it.”
Taylor and Drew had a stare down. Drew won when Taylor reluctantly averted her gaze and she smirked when Taylor pulled a chair over and settled next to her friend. “So what are you going to say?”
Drew shrugged and bit her bottom lip. “I don’t know.” Drew had already started a new e-mail and put Hello in the subject line. “This is all I have.” She nodded at her monitor.
“Ask him for a picture.”
Drew grinned. “That’s a good idea. He knows what I look like. It’s only fair that I know the same. This will get us on an even playing field.” She typed in her request then hit the send button. “Well I did it.”
They stared at the screen as though willing a response. “I don’t think it’s going to come any faster if we keep staring at the screen.”
“I guess I’d better get back to work.” Just as Taylor was pushing herself up from her chair, a new e-mail came in. “This is it!” she screamed excitedly. “He sent a picture. Click on it!”
Drew clicked the attachment and a hairless sun kissed torso filled her screen. Speechless she stared at the image, then she reached up and ran her hand over her computer monitor. He had flexed when he had taken the picture, as his pecs were lifted and she counted four rows of muscles in his stomach.
Taylor pointed to Drew’s monitor. “Wow! Look there’s another one.”
“Oh God, I don’t know if I can take another picture, I’m still recovering from the first one.” With shaky hands, Drew clicked on the message. And this time an ass filled the screen. “Oh my,” she breathed. She dared a furtive glance over her shoulder. Everyone was still working and hadn’t looked in their direction. “It’s perfect,” she said while imagining licking it and biting it softly. “It’s hairless, smooth and so