Rebecca Armstrong pushed her chair away from her desk. She had begun to think she was on a wild goose chase. How could there be millions of pages on the internet and not one had the information she was looking for.

Blinking the weariness from her emerald green eyes, she shook her auburn mane and rose to her full 5' 6" height. Her 34C --

(Umm, this is a story. We really don't need a "police blotter" sketch here. Work some of this into the story. – ed.)

(I'm just trying to give the reader a mental picture of Rebecca. – Mike)

(Let them create their own picture. Less is more, you know. – ed.)

(Hey, as long as we're here, can I be a 34D? – Rebecca)

Ahem. Rebecca rose and stretched gracefully, ignoring the mild discomfort as the circulation returned to her legs. Maybe Greg the IT guy could give her a few suggestions. She walked to his office on the other side of the building.

"Hi Rebecca," Greg said cheerfully as Rebecca appeared in the doorway. He paused briefly, then asked, "Didn't you used to be a 34C? Because suddenly you look like a 34D."

(Thanks Mike. – Rebecca)

(De nada. – Mike)

(Now hold on. How can Greg tell what her bust size is? – ed.)

(It's a gift, man, it's a gift. – Mike)

"Hi Greg. I'm trying to find something on the Internet and I'm just not having any luck. I was hoping you might have some ideas."

"Sure. What are you looking for?"

"Ancient Peruvian folk remedies."

(Geez, that's pretty stupid. "Ancient Peruvian folk remedies". Why the heck would I be searching for that? – Rebecca)

(Well, it says in the first paragraph that you didn't find anything. So you have to be looking for something rather odd. – Mike)

(Yeah, but "Ancient Peruvian folk remedies"? That's pretty lame. Besides, it also says I think I'm on a wild goose chase. It just doesn't fit. – Rebecca)

(Look, just go with it. You'll both be leaning in to read the screen. There's a good opportunity for you two to brush against each other, which could set off a romantic evening. – Mike)

(Alright, fine. Whatever. It's still pretty stupid. Moron. – Rebecca)

"Sorry Rebecca, I wouldn't have any idea where to start looking for that. Well, I'm gonna have an early supper and catch a movie. See you tomorrow."

(What was that? What about the romantic evening? – Rebecca)

(Hey, piss off the author and that's what happens. – Mike)

(OK, I'm sorry. You're not a moron. Forgive me? – Rebecca)

"Crap," Greg said suddenly. "My plans just fell through. On the bright side, I can help you find what you're looking for. What was it again?"

"There's supposed to be this Nazi war criminal living in Arizona."

(Do you want to be the bag lady in this story? – Mike)

"I mean, I'm looking for Ancient Peruvian folk remedies."

© Mike Gurak