Image via WikipediaNew Year's Eve
She was on a webcam and so was I. We stared at each other, and flirted, even though we were time zones apart.
She was in Germany and I was in Florida; New Year's was only an hour away. I wanted to see what 2010 looked like, so I stayed tuned.
She asked me where to focus the cam once the time arrived, and I said to keep it aimed at her pretty face. She smiled. Really, she asked, where would I like the cam? I told her on her ass, since I hadn't seen it yet. She giggled and pointed the cam at her screen. I saw myself. Gosh, what a mood killer.
I straightened up in my seat; my shoulders became less slumped. I tilted my head as to not show my bald spot.
"Too late," she said. "I already saw your bald spot."
"That night when you had to rush to the bathroom. I saw it then."
"I was ducking."
"Not far enough."
She had a folder on her screen, I didn't notice it til then. It was titled "Hermaphrodites."
"What's in the folder," I inquired. I was alarmed.
"Study material," she explained.
I saw her mouse appear on the screen. She then double-clicked the folder. Inside the folder was an assortment of pictures of male and female hermaphrodites ... except how could you tell?
"That's enough," I said. Both my hands were covering the screen.
"How sweet," she said.
"What you just did. That's just the reaction I was hoping for. A little test. A test to see if we can continue flirting into next year."