Stan was polishing the door knocker with Duraglit.

Mary was upstairs working at her desk reading an article on algebraic numbers and sorting out her post.

She got an instant message from a former colleague in the math Department.

Hi,Mary. how are you?

I’m fine, Tim.How are you?

Well,I really miss the department!

I’m sorry.

Actually Mary, it’s you I miss.

But you hardly ever spoke to me.

No, but iI looked at you.You are very beautiful.

Well, you are very handsome,yourself

You know what I’d like?

No.

I’d like a photo of you in your underwear.

I haven’t got any photos

Can’t you get some?

Well, I suppose i could use my webcam and photograph my top half.

Oh. how nice!

Then I guess I could sit on the photocopier and photograph my bottom
but I don’t think I can do them both at once.

How about you go to a pool in a bikini

I don’t wear a bikini.

I don’t mind if you are nude!

Well,I am a bit startled by this.I thought all we shared was an interest in quadratic forms and Euclidean post-structuralism.

Well, I’ve moved on to your form, Mary.

Really; do you know I have a mild type of  Asperger’s Syndrome?

I thought he looked lonely.

Do you know him?

Not in the Biblical sense! Just to speak to.

I thought he was dead.

Not at all…he’s turned into a parrot.Meanwhile how about some minimalist photos?

No, you’ll have to meet me in Cafe Zero.

Which one?

In Knittingham.

Will I recognize you by the bikini?

Why do you like bikinis so much?

I’ll see what my therapist thinks.

I want to know what you think.

I love you, Mary.

Well, since Stan has Annie I guess I can have coffee with you.

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Then we can discuss Platonic forms.

While I look at your form.

Is that my Health Form?

No, your bodily form.

I have no body now!

What happened?

I’ve been downloaded into the new computer.

I thought your voice sounded odd.

Shall I email myself as an attachment to you?

I’d like to think about that.

Well.goodbye Tim.

Goodbye, you little minx.

A minx…whatever next?

Bring me your minx ,dill, dilly

Bring me your inks

when I’m in love, dilly, dilly,

I ache for those links.