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There was an orgy of hunched over people stroking their keyboards like exhibitionist lovers performing in public. Another Thursday night at the east side Coffee Plug.

Coffee Plug had everything a mobile geek could want: lots of wall sockets, indirect lighting, free wireless and coffee by the gallon. If they had showers, some people would probably live there. With beds, some folks would probably fuck there, too. Without the beds, a certain percentage of the tiptapping crowd did the next best thing: cyber sex.

It was always possible that the cutie at the next table was also logged onto 'hottub waves' right along with you, but the chances were pretty small. Still, it had to happen someday, and Nic thought he had gotten lucky tonight. Hopefully, in more ways than one.

He was drifting into some pretty heavy flirting with *quot;Cute Laptop*quot; when he suddenly noticed a women across the room typing in that distinctive *quot;chat*quot; pattern. Typing in echo to his typing, in fact.

Nic didn't want to spoil the surprise, so he carefully started probing to find out where she actually was. A neighbor, good. And she liked the idea of meeting him in person. 'Like' was probably too mild a term by now, as 'flirting' had turned into 'groping', or as much as one could fondle another chatter over the 'net.

So. Was she at home? No, in a coffee shop, laptop in one hand, hot tea in the other. She joked that it didn't leave any hands free, so she hoped he liked oral. He laughed, and watched the lady across the room take another sip from her cup. There were tea-bag tags dangling from the edge.

{{You should take those out}} he typed.

*gt;*gt;Huh?