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A week had passed snce my encounter with Liz. I was hard at work when our receptionist called the wareehouse saying. "You have a visitor in the office." I walked across the lot and into the back door of the office, and was shocked to see Liz standing at the counter. "Hello, Trev," she smiled, "I was in the area and wondered if you'd like to get lunch." Donna, our receptionist, shot me an ice-cold look which to me was dripping with female jealousy, so just to be a jerk, I said, "Sure Liz...I'd...