Yes, but not immediately.

As everyone else had gone out to an early lunch, and my tormentor was apparently not around, there was no response. I felt helpless and embarrassed. Nothing happened for the rest of the day. I went home and updated my resume, though it pained me to do so. What if my tormentor discovered I wasn't working and followed me to the next job? I didn't submit the resume. Just held onto it and lived the rest of my week.

Surprisingly, nothing happened. Not until Friday, same time same place, one week after I'd ended up with a vibrating egg magically inside my vagina. I was alone in my office, working late as usual. I had been thinking about what the note said all week. I had to resolve this.

Well, being alone in my office, I would hear anyone coming. If the security camera ever looked at me, I would just say I'd gotten very warm. So I unbuttoned my blouse half way, clearly showing off my cleavage in a lilac bra. I looked around, feeling anxious and slightly naughty. I waited. Nothing. I left my blouse unbuttoned and continued to work.

I was engrossed in the numbers (can I note it's incredibly comfortable to have a blouse open under 75F climate control on a Friday?) when a stickynote appeared on my forehead, startling me. I didn't even read it before I checked myself; oddly enough, my blouse was buttoned up. It read: "About time. Lunch room ASAP." I swallowed hard. Of course I had to go. I set myself up for this encounter. I had to know.

That's when I noticed everything was very quiet. The AC wasn't humming, the salespeople weren't making calls, there were no cars chugging along outside our office walls. I crept out into the hallway and I peered into the sales room. I had never been more terrified in my life. There was the sales team, some of them mid-speech, someone yawning, the manager writing on a notepad. All forty of them frozen in time. I didn't dare enter. I just went to lunch room to see what could be awaiting me, what could do this. I was shaking as I turned the corner and, as if in a cartoon, I gulped hard enough to make a sound.

At a modest round lunchtable sat Scott, an attractive young salesman whom I'd spoke with a few times. He was a bit too young for me, but I suspected he was flirting with me any chance he got during the past few months of his employment. I considered him an acquaintance, someone I'd smile at and enjoy talking with. I did not quite enjoy the conversation we were about to have.

"Well. Hello." he smiled confidently. I was still shaking and breathing heavily, I felt like my eyes were bulging out of my head. "Come on, take a seat."

I took the seat across from him. Initial thoughts were: Scott's a demon -- Scott's God -- I've literally died -- this is all a dream -- or some mix of the above. I was speechless. He could tell I was very nervous, and almost seemed surprised.

"So..." he started. Waited for my prompt. Nope. "Okay, well." He cleared his throat. "Yes. I have been the one behind the sticky notes and other weird things around here."

I found it difficult to speak. I merely squeaked out an incredulous, "How?"

"A few years ago, unknown to me, a baseball was about to hit my head, and then suddenly it wasn't. The world froze just like now. Not a clue why. After all these years, I'm still not sure the baseball didn't kill me and this is Heaven. Or Hell. But since then, I can stop time on command."

I just stared at him. Finally I spoke. "So now you touch women."

Scott nodded solemnly. "Yes, and steal from the rich, and dole out some karma when I can."

It was quiet for a while. "Look." he said. "I brought you here because I like you."

I asked why.

"You're cute and fun to talk to." Mmm. Guess I should have been born fat and unfriendly.

"And I think you're like me. I just sense it. I stop time often. It gets lonely. Pranking only gets me so far before I just feel alone again, and I find my ability makes it hard to relate to others."

I think my molestor was trying to make me feel bad for him. "So what are you saying?" I asked.

"I saw you pretty upset the other day and when I froze time, you just had this look that made me feel guilty for once. I think we have a connection. It's probably bullshit, but anyway, I'm not feeling that way again. So I'm going to give you a choice." he laid both arms on the table expectantly. "I'm done with you. I'm not fucking you up anymore. But this whole place," he gestured with hands. "Is my playground, it's why I signed up. Well, and money laundering, but anyway: I'm not leaving. You've probably noticed me mess with other women. Or men."

I shook my head. Not really.

"Really. Anyway, I'm going to leave you and your big boobs alone." I was reminded for a second that he's seen me naked. I felt incredibly dirty. "But if you accept, I'll stop time for you every time that I do. You can be part of this." he smiled handsomely.

"What do you say?"