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You are delightfully wicked. This evening was certainly the most fun (but somehow, not the most frustrating) time I've spent in that office. And there's a first time for everything - I had to add clothing (or at least arrange it differently) to leave the office. Good thing, too. The temperature has come down, but only because the wind picked up. And the gold blouse (I may just show that one to you) has decided that it will unbutton itself at will. And evidently it likes street corners to do it. A grand time may well have been had by the guy waiting at the stop light. Nice car, though.

Did you know that the BART trains create wind? They push the air in front of them as they go through the tunnels. So if you manage to be on the steps at just exactly the right time, you get an updraft. A pretty strong one. Strong enough to lift the front of your skirt up past your, well, pretty much up past everything. And the back flies up pretty far as well. Luckily, there was no one in front of me headed up the stairs at the time. Not so luckily, there was a young man at the top of the stairs. And a red face was had by me for the remainder of the trip home. Thank you very much, stupid train.

But when I got into the car, I got to play with my nipples, and rub them, and pinch them, and if we don't release that damned software tomorrow I may just burst.

All in all, a wonderful evening. Thank you. And welcome home. Kind of.