<br/><strong>Emily</strong><br/><strong>At the office</strong><br/><strong>Frank with something on his mind...</strong><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">Emily had noticed Jimmy's desk was empty, but not paid much attention.  Guys got over it; some in a couple of minutes and some at a later date...</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">Oh!  God!  Frank!</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">Shit, she’d been SUCH an idiot sending that friend request to Chrissie!  What had she been thinking?  What could it possibly look like?  A 28-year-old woman who’d just met her trying to friend a 17-year-old!  Or whatever young age she was, Emily didn’t actually know! </span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">Chrissie must have hordes of pervs trying to friend her all the time, with (rather recklessly it seemed to Emily) putting her picture up on her public facebook page, and now Emily had put herself in this ridiculous position.  She was a little bit besotted, she had to admit.  She'd stared at Chrissie's photo for ages, and then just clicked Add Friend on autopilot!  A girl about 11 years younger!  A teen!</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">Had Chrissie freaked and told Frank?  He certainly looked concerned about something…well, have to face the music:</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">“Hi Frank,” Emily gave him her smile and stood up, inviting him to come into her area, “how’s things, everything OK?”</span><br/><br/>