Read the Prologue.
Next, I had to get the lay of the land – or in this case, the lay of the desk – so I could see how it would work. Hell, if it would even work at all. Discreet and hopefully, seemingly random questions about work found their way into our dialogue. I fished for details and used the playful guise of the faux girl under the desk to try and get an idea of what there was to work with.
One evening the week following the party, I met my accomplices, Steven and Jackie, for drinks. They were getting into the game as much as I was and we all plotted and schemed over a pitcher of margaritas. Steven had cased the joint for me, looking with a new eye at the furniture arrangement.
He told me the desk was in the middle of the room and it faced the door. I chuckled at this. When I see someone’s desk arranged so that their computer can’t be seen by anyone else, I automatically assume it’s strategically placed for viewing porn. I guess in this case it takes a pervert to know one. The front of the desk was solid to the floor, presenting a perfect hiding spot from anyone who happened to come in. The door had a window, though, which could be tricky.
I knew Eric would be working a night shift the following week and after discussing several scenarios, Steven agreed that might be the best time to move on what we were now referring to as Operation Desk Job. Jackie wanted to be in on the plan, too, in some way, and the creative juices were flowing because it was easy to find a way to work her in.
We figured out the finer details and were all set to make it happen. I thanked Steven and Jackie profusely for their help and we all commented on what a blast the planning had been.
Next came the hard part… waiting until next week.