I looked at Vanessa's naked body, gleaming from sex, as exquisite a form as God and plastic surgery ever combined to create. She caught my stare and mistook the expression for lust, rather than realization of where I would rather be. I made a feeble excuse for leaving. Back in my apartment I immediately made a phone call, knowing the party I dialed would be out, just to hear her voice on the answering machine. After that, I sat down at my computer and re-read what I had written earlier in the day. It was neither the best nor worst thing I'd ever written. I had been more original in the past, and less. I had a vague idea where I wanted to go with it, and about where I'd run into trouble. Scribbled on a piece of paper were two other ideas I had come up with, figuring to get started on them shortly. I folded the paper and placed it in a drawer. Then I typed a couple of words to see how they felt, and decided they were the best ones I'd ever conceived. Chapter Two.