The first time I met Tom at work he seemed like just another guy. And where I work, that means he has to be boring. I’m employed at a government research and development facility, where eighty percent of the employees are engineers and barely know what a woman is. I figured Tom was a management type, because he had on a three-piece suit and shiny wing tip shoes. He was conducting a tour of the plant for new employees, and I was on the tour. He was very cute but very straight, and barely smiled the whole time.

Over the next three months, I saw him many times in the hall, but he barely acknowledged my presence, although I got the feeling that he thought I was attractive. Well, I can’t blame him — I’m five foot eight, with long, thick blonde hair and a sexy, slender build. I finally decided that if I... Read More