Once a month she would wear something sexy beneath her charcoal trouser suit, something only she could know. She had stopped counting the months since her last date, let alone her last fling. She wondered what had happened to her. She used to take risks. She used to be spontaneous. She was embarrassed that she had traded it all in for a T-shirt bra and a competitive wage. She wanted more than anything to reconnect with herself, and she knew it wouldn’t happen unless she took a risk and made it happen. Mitchie wanted a break from maturity and Mark was going to provide it. They were colleagues. Mark is a cool gentle man. Mitche is the quiet wild girl. He would wink at her. She would smile and blow a kiss. Work became fun since the day Mark was posted to her branch. She knew it... they both wanted that escape from fantasy. Down the hall that connects the back exit door, they stood, staring hard and long. She pressed her back against the door and took him by the tie, pulling him to her, ...