To: Rose
From: John Smith Tyler
Subject: Your Apples
Rose, I know you said that your apples were a bit on the side of being too ripe. However, when I plucked them this morning, I was surprised to see that they were firm and juicy. I know you brought two of them to work today, so I was hoping we might share them during lunch.
To: Rose
From: John Smith Tyler
Subject: The Creation Project
Rose, I know that's not the official title, but I was hoping that I might beg entrance to your office late this afternoon. Your desk is always so inviting for this type of vigorous work. And, as you know, two heads are better than one, and since I'm me, I count as two heads! Like I have two hearts, two heads! Well... You know what I mean. So if I could come with you this afternoon, I'd very much like to spend the time together working out some stress on this project. What with the short deadline we have to get it done, I feel that sooner is better! I'll come later on today!
To: Rose
From: John Smith Tyler
Subject: Company Dinner
Rose, that company dinner is coming up. Since we're going together, I was hoping there would be something I could hammer out with you. Perhaps you'd take some time with me to go up to the roof, or into your office. We could even use Pete's office, so long as we clean up after ourselves. It is easy to mess up the paperwork sometimes. I'll let you know what it concerns when you meet me. What do you say 10 after 6 minus a minute?
To: Rose
From: John Smith Tyler
Subject: This Afternoon's Meeting
Rose! I just wanted to tell you that you were brilliant at the meeting this afternoon. You were were so gripping and demanding of attention! When you talked of those two revolving moons, I had to admit I was a bit hard-pressed to pay attention, but only because there was that distracting ruckus in the hall.
To: Rose
From: John Smith Tyler
Subject: The New Recruits
This new harvest that we get to train together might be fun! The new sort of give-and-take that will probably evolve from the hard heads. I think we'll get along great as co-trainers. Because there's no one I'd rather take head on this mission! You always do a brilliant job and maybe one of these days, you'll let me take the lead for that specific position. I'd like to return you the favour.
To: Rose
From: John Smith Tyler
Subject: Office Supplies
I know that the break room only has coffee and donuts, but I might wonder if we could get some long-johns as well! I love the kind with the creamy filling! I thought those were your favourite as well... And you know those nuts that I have in my desk? Whenever I bring them out, I've noticed some of the other girls eyeing them a bit jealously, so you might want to supply some in the break room as well. That way, I have only you to share mine with! Also, I think that we should allow toys in the office. That way, if one is ever bored, then there's always something to play with, instead of, perhaps, the junk that is just lying around. It keeps one's hands busy.
To: Rose
From: John Smith Tyler
Subject: Tomorrow's Erection
Rose, being some of the higher ups in this company, are we expected to attend the ground-breaking for the new building across town? Or are we-
"Doctor!" The door to his office suddenly flew open and a very enraged, flushed blonde stormed in. He ducked as several balled up pieces of paper flew at him. "What is wrong with you?"
He looked up, met her eyes, and smiled. "What's the matter, love?"
"The matter? What's the matter?" She stared at him a moment before recovering and quickly gathered the balled up papers, smoothing them out in front of him on his desk. "WHAT. Is the meaning of this."
Pulling his best 'wounded innocent,' the Doctor spread his hands. "They're just memos, Rose."
"Memos. Memos? I don't think you know the purpose of a memo," she said flatly, folding her arms across her chest.
"Are you here to answer my questions?"
She narrowed her eyes, and then took a step back to look around the office. Kicking the door shut and twisting the lock, she stalked towards the Doctor. "Yes, Doctor. I will answer allof your questions."
Sensing the shift in atmosphere, he gulped and leaned back in his chair. "Rose...?"
Pulling at the collar of her shirt, she reached across his desk, grabbing his tie and yanking him towards her so their lips were millimetres apart. "Doctor."
"Uh... Could I... Is there anything that I can do... um... for you?"
"Yes..." She was smiling sweetly, making sure as she spoke that her lips brushed his. "I'd very much like it if you would stop sending me memos like this. Or else you're sleeping on the couch." And then she was gone, leaving the Doctor feeling like he'd just been transplanted by a hurricane. Leaning on one elbow, he smiled dreamily, tapping his fingers on the desk, wondering just how he was going to take his wife that night.