Candace and Paul

Candace was talking to Claire, one of her fellow employees when another one walked by.

“Hi, Paul,” Claire said. “Whatcha need?”

“I need to get by. Excuse me, Candi.” He softly placed his hands on Candi's waist to keep her out of his path. She shuddered when he brushed by him and Candi smiled as she watched him walk away.

“You really like him, don't you.”

“In every way. You have been working with him much longer than I. What can you tell me about him that I don't know already?”

“This may sound very silly and empty headed, but, for some reason, I haven't paid much attention to much else besides his package. I'm convinced he's carrying something extra between his legs, and this is the part I don't understand, I'm very curious about what's there.”

“Bet I can find out.”

“Whatcha thinking?”

“He stays behind after work to lock up, doesn't he?”

“Yes. In fact, tonight.”

“Then, I'll just hang back until everybody has left and wing it when we're alone. What kind of proof will you need for your curiosity?”

None. I'll know. Lunch at Bernard's if you find out.”

“I'll find out,” she said confidently.