Downstairs

The group heads downstairs in silence. Jim was still shocked by Jan and Pam was bored out of her mind. She had been excited for their Friday together. Jim had planned a romantic evening until Michael's plan to finally get them to a dinner party ruined it all.

They returned to the living room. Where Michael led them to a small television in the corner of the room.

"I finally broke down and bought myself a plasma TV," said Michael absolutely beaming with pride. "Check it out. I actually hung this on the wall myself."

Michael stepped back to let them admire the television. Pam looked at it and nodded while Jim did the same.

"I want to show you something . A lot of people in the room, need more space?" Said Michael stepping back to the TV and pushing it back a few inches. "Voila, right in the wall."

"Wow," said Jim with fake astonishment that Pam caught, but it flew by Michael.

"Sometimes I will just stand here and watch television for hours," said Michael staring at the television. "I love it, I love this TV! Oh and I also built this table!"

Michael pointed to a small crudely constructed end table with a small lamp on it.

"What is that chestnut?" Asked Jim playing along.

"No, I think that is either pine, or nordic cherry," answered Michael.

"It's pine," corrected Jan who had been sitting on an arm of the couch in silence letting Michael have his moment. She hated that table and especially the TV. That's why she would go upstairs to her office to relieve her stress while Michael was focused on the TV. Jan smiled at the thought of pleasuring herself while Michael was downstairs doing whatever.

"Michael, I'm just terrible at all this stuff, so that's really cool," said Jim genuinely trying to express how cool it really was that Michael was doing things by himself.

"Really?" Asked Jan thinking Jim was making fun of Michael, but unsure.

"Yeah, he tried to set up my TIVO for me," said Pam with a giggle. "but then I didn't have audio for a week."

"If you ever need any help," said Michael placing a hand on Pam's shoulder. "I am just a phone call away."

"I bet you are," sneered Jan. She knew all along that Pam had an affair with Michael. That was the only reason she still had a job. It wasn't her skills as a receptionist. It could only be her skills on her back or with her mouth. Well, two are playing at that game. Jan was going to have her way with Jim before the night was over with or without little Pammy's consent.

"Well, I saw - oh your Dundies. I'm surprised they're not out on the coffee table for everybody to see," said Jim pointing at the small golden, Dundie trophies in a glass display case in the corner.

"It was between the neon beer sign and the Dundies so I said 'Honey keep the trophies," said Jan motioning to the trophies.

"Oh honey," said Michael putting his arm around Jan. "I have the best trophy right here, aside from my Dundies."

Before Jan could say anything, the doorbell rang.

"Oh, excuse us just a second," said Jan getting up and walking to the door.

"I'll get it," said Michael following closely behind Jan leaving Jim and Pam by the TV.