of course

You brush your teeth and splash on some cologne. You look out your window as it has a view of the park, and you do not see Marcie. You leave your apartment and walk down to her apartment and knock on her door.

Marcie smiles warmly at you. "Jacob, is it?"

"Yes, Ms Burns?"

"Oh, call me Marcie. So, Jacob, what can I do to you...I mean for you!" Her eyes go wide, and she blushes at the slip of her tongue.

"Oh, I lost a flash drive, and I was wondering if you came across one."

"No, sorry, but...."

"Yes, would you like to come in for a cup of coffee?"

"Sure, I'd love a cup. Is your son home?"

"No, he's with his father this week."

"Oh, I was going to ask him too."

She lets you in and offers you a seat. She goes into the kitchen then comes back a minute later. "Coffee is brewing," she says. She sits next to you.

"So," you say, "Is it hard for a very attractive woman like you to date with a teenage son at home every other week?"

"'Very attractive'?" she says, perking up. "You really think so?"

"Of course. You've very attractive. Pretty hair. Pretty eyes. Great smile."

Suddenly she leans in a kisses you. It's a quick kiss. She leans back. "I hope you don't mind."

"No, not at all, so is the attraction mutual?"

"Oh yes, I find you very sexy...I mean attractive." She blushes and looks down.

"Sexy? So you must be in the mood."

She looks back up quickly. "Oh yes!"