Jose froze, perplexed.Jose froze, perplexed. "I-I-I, oh God!" she exclaimed. "Ummm... ummm... Please, I don't think we should say anything to anybody about this," she panicked, "We'll both get fired." Jose concurred, since he had gotten what he wanted, but no piece of ass was worth unemployment. If she was going to keep it quiet, so was he. [I have decided to forego disciplinary action against these two. Please respect my judgment -AW] Joanne watched the custodian leave. At least he wasn't _too_ revolting. She checked the monitors and the old guy; it was almost 8, time for her to get home, and she could forget about this godawful night. She paused, assaulted by a feeling she hadn't had since high school. Joanne wanted a cigarette. *** Wilbur held the now-calm blonde around her soft waist, as she leaned against him, smoking a cigarette in her turquoise-studded cigarette holder. Ellen would hold the smoke a long time before exhaling. Wilbur thought briefly about taking Ellen to the Purple Passion Panther Piss Prohibition Party, but he was goin' with Lucy Hall 'cause her folks had more money, and his daddy insisted. But Ellen was a mighty fine girl, yep, mighty fine. Day 3, 0930: Vivienne Moriat was ecstatic. The device had functioned perfectly, returning clear, sharp images on the VU, and a complete transcription. The subject was alive, healthy, and there was a ton of data to evaluate. |