She wrote an agenda that scared everyone away. Then, meeting abandoned, she stripped naked, climbed onto the table, closed her eyes, and danced to music only she could hear.
Me, I never read agendas, so I turned up as usual, with my legal pad and my illegal iPad. She opened her eyes when she got to the silent chorus and there I was.
Her eyes snapped onto my forbidden iPad. She waved her hand to ward it off, but I'd already made the choice between maybe-sex and definite blackmail. "Too late, pic's already in my iCloud. Office iPad ban over?"