Li watched and waited. She liked watching people, and she didn't mind waiting. Waiting increased the anticipation. She also liked being watched, and the guy running the meeting, the facilitator, whatever his name was, kept watching her while everyone else talked. They were talking about church business, something about a dinner. Li liked church dinners. The minister, Jack, was really into the meeting, and wasn't paying her the slightest bit of attention. She was a little miffed about that, but it was OK. She watched the facilitator instead, since he was watching her. She liked the fact that he was watching her. Li had noticed before that he could run things without really paying attention, and while she was going to take advantage of that right now and flirt with the facilitator, she preferred a man who was into what he was doing. But that was for later and this was for now.

Li smiled at the facilitator and wished she could remember his name. She could remember his wife's name. His wife's name was Lynn. It sounded a little bit like Li, so she could remember it. She decided to just think of him as Mr. Lynn. That would be easier to remember. She wondered if Mr. Lynn was wondering why Li was watching the committee meeting when she wasn't on the committee. Li licked her lips. She bent over and rubbed her legs as though they ached. She stretched her tight body, leaning back in the chair, so that her small firm breasts were very clearly outlined. She thought about how sexy she was, and what a thrill Mr. Lynn must be getting from watching her. Li winked at Mr. Lynn. Mr. Lynn winked back. She licked her lips again, she played with her straight black hair, running it through her fingers. Li loved playing with her own hair. She loved playing with her own nipples too, and she thought about how much fun that would be, but now was probably not the time for that.

The meeting was almost over, which was good, because flirting was fun, and waiting was OK, but Li needed more than flirting. The people on the committee were dividing up the church directory to make phone calls about the dinner. Li watched Mr. Lynn. Mr. Lynn was frantically paging through the directory. Li was sure she knew what Mr. Lynn was doing; he was trying to find what page her name was on, so he would have an excuse to call her. Li thought that was pretty funny. She thought about Mr. Lynn lying next to his wife in bed, calling Li on the phone, imagining Li naked, on a big bed with white sheets, the covers thrown back, riding him for all she was worth with his hands on her hips, her delectable breasts with the hard dark brown nipples bobbing up and down, a sheen of perspiration on her beautiful skin. That was funny. Funny and hot. Li was hot. Li was impatient. She needed to get home. She tapped her foot. She cleared her throat. Jack turned his head and looked at her. Mr. Lynn quickly finished up the meeting.

An hour later the phone by Li's bed rang very loudly. It was an annoying interruption, but it would be more annoying to just let it ring, so she picked it up, without changing pace, and said hello.

"Hi, Li? this is Dave" said a slightly familiar voice.

"Dave?" she asked.

"From church. Lynn's husband?"

Li smiled. She looked at the white sheets, at the thrown-back covers, at her bobbing breasts and her hard brown nipples and the sheen of perspiration on her beautiful skin, and at Jack, smiling up at her, with his hands on her hips. Li laughed. She laughed very very hard.