asked Jem as she set the cup on the desk beside the mouse pad which was on the left side of the computer because Eben was left handed. “Nothing much,” Eben raked a hand through his hair and stretched in his seat. “Just surfing the net.” He picked up a pen and started twirling it in his long capable fingers. “Porn sites?” she asked. The pen went flying out of his hand, clattered on the desk then went rolling off the corner to land on the floor. “What? No I’m not,” Eben said, annoyed. He got to his hands and knees to reach the pen and bring it back to the desk top. “You really don’t think much of me do you?” Eben growled as he settled back in his seat, his earlier feeling of wellbeing gone. “No. I mean yes?” said Jem. “Which one is it?” Eben’s mood blackened as Jem took her time considering her answer.
