Julie had slept in and, when she awoke, she was alone, but she had a pretty good idea of where Thompson was. She got up, got dressed, and went to find him. Of course, he was exactly where she’d assumed he’d be. He was at his desk in his home office, reviewing papers. When he heard the door open, he looked up.
Julie noticed he was wearing his glasses and told him how good they looked on him.
“Never mind that,” he laughed. “Come sit on my lap.”
Julie went and sat on Thompson’s lap. She met his eyes and said, “I’ve observed that most men are shallow and prefer a sexy slut over a woman with a brain, a good heart, and a sense of humor. But don’t they realize that beauty fades? What do you think? Would you have been attracted to me if I’d looked like Anna? Men seem to have a type or preferenc
