Going over our conversations, line by line in my head, all I had shared was opinions of Star Trek, ideas, futuristic fantasies, not the boring bits of work/ cooking/ shopping.
He had hidden his living situation, his attendance at college.
There was nothing lewd or sexual or compromising in our online chats. It was those chats which made my job survivable. Knowing that when I logged on to the Internet at work, Worf would be there with jokes and cheer.
I had gone to work each day knowing that during the hideous eight hours I had chances to escape the office with Worf.
That was all I looked forward to, all that got me from house to that office in hell.