Linda rang at 9.00 "Richard how do I get this computer to do" I cut her off in mid sentence as I new my fate was that I would be explaining something to Linda for at least the next 2 or 3 hours so it was easier if I went to her house as it would be far easier in person, I never minded this as I do like helping others if I can, and I always have been fond of her so it was a double pleasure.
When I got there you answer the door dressed in plain white dressing gowned tightly raped around your body. The coffee was on and we sat down and you tried to explain the problem with your computer oblivious to the effect you where having on me, but I then said. “Let me drink my coffee and then you can show me."
Some 10 minutes went by and we just chatted about our week the way any one would normally do. “The strange things kids come out with.” You said finishing a statement; I just nodded in agreement not fully listening to what you had said.
I finished my coffee and we went to your bedroom while following you up the stairs, my eyes wouldn’t leave the sight of your bum. The movement was really getting to me. We got into your bedroom and sat on the edge of your bed in front of a blank computer screen. “So what seems to be the problem?” I ask.
“Well I don’t know if there is a problem but when I try to start my computer this happens.” You turn on your computer then I immediately see what the problem is, I just laugh then eject the disk that is in the floppy drive and the pressed the enter key and the computer booted as normal.
“There problem solved that deserves another drink.” I say giving you a push backwards onto your bed, as you fall back you hair flies in all directions and you’re dressing gown rises up showing of your shapely thigh, you realise this and quickly grab hold of the hem before it shows off more than is correct.
“Well I am going to have a shower so you will have to make it yourself I will be down in a minute, you could scrub my back if you like?” You asked with a coy smile on your lips. I didn’t know if you were joking but I didn’t take you up on the offer much to my regret. While I was making the coffee I pondered what you had said and decided to try to see what would happen if I tried to deliver your drink to you in the shower.
I got to the bottom of the stairs and I could see the bathroom door was slightly a jar, but you shouted down. “Put it on the table.” As the stairs creaked as I stepped on them much to my disappointment.