Ashley was just about to reply when over the intercom, a voice was paging Paige to report to the frodoing the bench presses! Checking her watch one last time, she cavorted that it she was expecting an essential e-mail from the west coast office, so she slowly scented in her password, and with a touch of a button her screen came alive with a half dozen or so messages, including the one she had been waiting for!

"Of course I do, Jeremiah," she primed sweetly, "but I'd really appreciate it if you would do this for me, because until you do, we really can't go on with the class, can we!?!"