That’s why he only calmly walks over to her, like he rehearsed. That’s why he only makes a slight joke about her good taste. After all, Clara like...s it when men appreciate her wit, and the man knows this. A joke became a back-and-forth, a back-and-forth became a conversation, and a conversation became a ‘may I sit with you?’ Clara is still Clara #4, but only until lunch time nears its end and Clara #4 becomes Clara #1. The man weighs his options and plays it safe, saying he liked chatting with. "It was four in the afternoon when my world really fell apart. Jenniferinformed me that I was wanted once again in Mr. Lewis's office. Igulped, knowing that my last two trips into his office had not resultedin anything positive. I was starting to wish I had gotten that haircutover the lunch hour instead of working straight through with lunch at mydesk.I didn't feel any better when I entered Mr. Lewis's office. I saw aquartet of long faces - only three of which were familiar. Mr. Lewis hadopted. She knew she was wet, or going to be soon. Fear faded to the background as she fished again for her keys with one hand, the other tethered to the blonde still. When she got to her door, her hand shook as she tried to get the key in the lock. She took a deep breath to still the tremor and tried again. Unbidden, a gentle but firm hand reached and held her steady, aiming the key home. A snick of the deadbolt, a turn of the handle and they were inside the apartment, the door closed shut with. “No,” she laughed. Luther laughed, “admit your jealous or Mr Hand will tickle you to death,” he warned. Gina cried out and giggled and shook her head, “never.” “Mr Hand will tickle you to death now,” he said. Luther raised up his right hand and tickled his sister under the arms making her laugh out loud. He straddled her to the deck mat with his weight and held her wrists down to the mat. He grinned and she grinned. “Admit it now, Gina.” Gina smiled widely shaking her head. Luther and Gina.