“What a great lunch!” she said. “My nipples are still tingling.”

“You were so yummy,” he said. “I could make serious money marketing you as a picnic table. Should we lock your office door?”

“Why?”

“I thought you might like some dessert.”

“Let me think about that. I have to pee first.”

“Pee pee? Or...”

She smiled.

“I want to see you pee.”

She laughed. “Say mother may I and then spell cup.”

“Huh?”

“Old playground joke. Anyway, you’ve seen me pee at home.”

“Yeah, but I want to see you in your office bathroom.”

“You and Mr. Cat.”

“Huh?”

“The creepy guy in the next building. He’s such a Peeping Tom. He’s got a scaffold on his wall, and he’s been tuckpointing for weeks right where he can see through our bathroom window.”

“Can’t you draw the blinds?”

“No blinds. No need since the window looks straight into his brick wall. Until he started tuckpointing. Honey, I’ve really got to go.”

While she was in the bathroom, he went outside. No sign of Mr. Cat. He climbed up the scaffolding. Sure enough, he could see right in. He could see everything. And she gave him a lot to see.

After making sure the coast was clear, he began giving her a show of his own.

But a few seconds into the performance, Mr. Cat rounded the corner. Hastily he turned away and zipped up.

“What’s going on here?” Mr. Cat demanded.

“Inspecting. Do you have a permit? There’s been complaints.”

“Phew, that was a close one,” he said, safely back inside her office.

“What a scowl Mr. Cat had.”

They grinned. She let him sniff her unwashed hand.

“Your cunt smell is like catnip. Drives me crazy.”

“I’m ready for dessert,” she said. She locked the door.