"A Mr. Nyss to see you, ma'am," said the intercom voice.
Ellen's eyes narrowed.
"What's that guy's full name, Sharon?" she asked, grinning.
A pause. Then--
"His full name is, uh, Harry P. Nyss, ma'am. He says you know his cousin, Testiq al-Falus."
"That bastard!" Ellen giggled. "Let him in!"
The door opened; in walked her lover, Roger Eaton-Enos.
"Mr. Nyss," she hissed teasingly.
"Miss O'Dumi," he grinned.
The door clicked shut.
Clothes flew off.
Grunts could be heard. Slamming. A queef. A delighted squeal.
Out at reception, Sharon sighed.
I hate this office.
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Tuesday, November 28, 2006
100 Below: Volume 27
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