It all started innocently enough. I was at my desk on a bright, sunny afternoon in late September and just messing around with Illustrator on the PC. Our Department had just finished a major project and we were all waiting for the next "big one" to come in. A woman walked into our office, just in the periphery of my vision. I did not turn to look; it was a big open plan office with about twenty people working there. People walked in and out all the time, I paid no attention to the women. She walked closer to our corner of the office, brushed passed my chair and then stopped. My supervisor was not at his desk.

Then she spoke to me. "Excuse me but I'm looking for Martin, is this where he sits?" I swung the chair around and looked at her fully, for the first time since she walked in. As I replied I "checked her out", in the few split seconds I had to look at her face. "Ahh . . . yes, he is usually there, um . . . he must be about somewhere. Can I help at all?"

I had seen he...

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