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"Ever thought about dusting the envelopes for prints?"

Frank looked up with a sick look on his face.

Cody chuckled as he closed the door behind him and sat down.  "Boss... you've been getting these letters for over a week now.  But you still do not know who she is.  Why not even the field a bit and lift her prints off the envelopes or letters?"

"Cody, that's completely -"

"Unromantic?  Well, hell's belles, the Iceman has a heart!"  Cody laughed heartily at that, much to Frank's chagrin.

But the more he thought about it, the more he thought it wouldn't be so bad.  Except it would ruin one of the letters to do so.  Even if he used the tape, then lifted what he could from the tape, it'd still ruin the whole thing.  Besides, he felt rather dirty at the mere thought of being that invasive.

"When she wants me to know who she is, she will reveal herself, Cody."

"Man, you've got a lot more patience than I do.  At the first one I'd have dusted it.  Never can tell with some people out there.  Just be careful, OK?  I'd hate to think that a 'Fatal Attraction' whacked Mr. BulletProof.

Frank chuckled to himself as Cody left his office.  Once the door closed, he opened one of the drawers in his desk and took out the few pieces of paper he had.  He'd wadded up and thrown out more attempts at replies than he cared to think about.  He might be an expert negotiator, but this wasn't his normal realm.

He was so deep in his own thoughts about what to say that he didn't hear Alex knock on the door.  Nor did he hear her when she opened it and stood in the doorway.

"Frank?"

Frank was so startled, that he literally jumped out of his chair and sent the loose sheets of paper flying to the floor.  Alex had to bite down on her lips to keep from laughing.

"Whatcha got there Bossman?"

"Nothing Alex."  At Alex's non-believing look, he sighed.  "I was trying to write a letter."

"Sounds difficult."

Frank raised an eyebrow at the sarcasm.  "If you can't help, then please leave and let me get on with it."

"Frank, you write letters and memos 50 times a day.  Why should this one be different?"

"Because it's not business, Alex.  It's personal."

"Ohhhhhh, so THIS is what Cody's been grinning about for the last few hours."  She ignored the black look he gave her and sat down.  "So, you've got a secret admirer with a fetish for your mouth.  At least that's what Cody said was in the first letter, all about your lower lip.  She's right you know.  You do have a rather sexy lower lip.  If you were my type and not my boss, I could suck your lower lip for hours."

Frank sat there, his mouth hanging open.  Did Alex just say what he thought she said?

"My God.  The man is speechless.  Too bad no one else is here to witness this.  Frank..."

"Yes, Alex?"

"Would you like some help writing this letter?"

"The thought is appreciated, Alex.  But I don't think so.  If I can't come up with something, then perhaps I'll get your help tomorrow."

"Very well Frank.  Good Luck."

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