A splinter.A splinter. A splinter that shouldn't be possible. She found a pair of forceps and removed the tiny sliver. Uncertain what it was or where it really came from she turned on the Geiger counter and watched it tick angrily. She sealed it away in some lead foil and placed it aside for Frank to lock away with the other radioactive material later. The brief exposure from so small an object was unlikely to cause her any problems, but she logged it anyway. The medical staff would look at her tomorrow. After finally clearing away the remaining mess, it was time to go home. The bath water was a welcome relief, easing tight sore muscles, draining tension away slowly. The soothing soaking eased the day into oblivion. She got out, put on her silk bathrobe and lay down. She could feel odd thoughts in her head. The college kid in the apartment next door was thinking about sex. Images of breasts and naked women began to fill her head. The young man was working at his arousal with glee, and she couldn't avoid feeling some arousal herself. As she sat, trying not to feel too aroused, to escape the sensations, he thought of her. The image of her at the laundry was improved, a fantasy figure. And as he thought about feeling her body, she became sharply horny. |