Sally watched Rohan make himself a cup of coffee. He had obviously gone to that café to see the waitress because he hadn't been in the lunch room again. This thought curdled her stomach. There had to be a way of stopping him from seeing her.

Bill was becoming a pain in the arse and Mercer wouldn't leave her alone. At least Mercer was doing half her work for her but Bill was treating her like a bitch on heat and he was getting rougher. Sally shrugged and grinned at this thought because she supposed she was in a way. On heat. But not for Bill. For Rohan.

She studied his height and pictured him naked. Oh, my goodness. What that thought did to her. Get rid of the shabby clothes and anyone would think of him as a movie star or an athlete instead of a shy awkward scientist.

Sally wondered why he was like he was. Especially since she'd looked past the outer covering and realised what a package he really was. She had to give it to the waitress she really knew how to pick them. Sally supposed it had to do with being a waitress. If you met as many people as a waitress did, and had to make conversation like she'd have too, surely, you'd become expert at realising quality when you saw it.

Putting her chin in her palm, Sally wondered if the waitress might have a similar personality to her own. Perhaps she understood the power of being a woman. Sally giggled and decided no other woman could possibly understand the power like she did.

At the sound of her titter Rohan turned around. He frowned and went back to making his coffee.

"I wasn't laughing at you, Rohan, just had a funny thought about something completely different." She moved towards him.

Rohan looked back at her but didn't say anything.

"Have you ever done that? Had a funny memory from ages ago and it flashes back at you at the oddest times."

"I don't have funny memories. You should know that, Sally. Didn't you say a man like me didn't have things to smile about?" Rohan turned to face her and lifted his coffee to his lips as he glared at her.

"Yes..." she whispered. "I think I did say that to you. I'm sorry. I really am, Rohan. I'm sorry I was such a bitch to you all this time." She stepped forward and put her hand in the middle of his chest. As she moved her fingers against him, she added, "I'd really like to make it up to you. Show you I'm not all bad."

Clenching his teeth at the feel of her hand on his chest Rohan studied her, and then took hold of her wrist and removed it. He held it between them as he spoke. "I'd rather you didn't. I've got a pretty good picture of who you are and I'm not interested."

Before Sally could answer Penny Macy and Mercer walked into the staff room.

Rohan let go of Sally's wrist and took his coffee with him. He wished Sally would leave him alone because she was starting to creep him out.

"Is everything okay?" Mercer ran her hand up Sally's arm. "He didn't hurt you again did he?"

"No. I'm fine. Rohan and I have made up." Sally chuckled and added, "If you know what I mean."

Mercer frowned but before she could answer Penny gasped and blurted, "He hurt you. What do you mean? Rohan wouldn't hurt anyone."

"Well, he did!" Mercer fired angrily.

"No, he didn't, Mercer! Don't worry, Penny. It was an accident. He bumped into me one day and because he's so big I got knocked over." Sally turned to face Mercer and squared her with her gaze. "It was an accident."

"Yes... well..." Mercer stammered. "If you say it was."

Penny flicked her gaze from one girl to the other.  "Sorry girls, I have an errand to run."  She darted from the room and headed down the hall.  There was no way she was going to be the meat in the sandwich where these two were concerned.

"I do," Sally hissed and then followed Penny to the door adding, "I have a lot of work to do." As she stepped into the hall, she saw Bill entering the men's toilets. Sally's body throbbed. She closed her eyes and recalled the feel of Rohan's hard chest against her palm. Bill would have to do.

She pushed open the toilet door as quietly as she could. Sally snuck up behind him and was going to touch him but stopped abruptly. "What the hell are you doing?"

Bill jumped and quickly stopped his stream of urine. "Shit! It's just you." He put the lid on the sample jar he had been peeing in.

"Well... what are you doing, Bill?"

"Shush..." Though it wasn't necessary Bill looked around to make sure no one else was in the room. "I'm pissing in a jar."

"Why?"

"A pretty little thing like you doesn't need to worry herself about any kind of man's business other than the one she's good at."

"Bill. Stop patronising me. You better tell me why you're doing that." Sally gasped back a breath and said, "You haven't got STD, have you?"

Lifting his lip in a sneer, Bill chuckled. "Nothing like that, honey."

"Well, what?" Sally put her hands on her hips and looked at him suspiciously. "You better tell me, Bill, or we're over."

"It's not what you think." Bill weighed it up. He could trust Sally. After all weren't they similar beings? "Okay... look. I'm doing a toxicology test for a friend. He likes to smoke a bit of weed, snort a bit of coke but his job doesn't allow it. It's nothing really. I'm replacing his urine with mine so the test will come back clean. That's all."

"What does he do?"

"Ah... nothing important, Sally. It just wouldn't be a good thing if it went on his record. He could lose his job so every time he's tested, I replace his urine."

"What does he do, Bill?" Sally cocked her head and glared at him. "I mean it. If you don't trust me enough to tell me one little secret, how could I possibly think you're even serious about me." She dropped her hands and looked at him lovingly. "You do love me don't you, Billy. I mean... I thought you and I had something special going on here."

"Course, honey... sure... we have something special. You know that." He touched her cheek with his fingers.

Sally stepped forward and took hold of his penis. "Well, you need to trust me like I trust you. After all I don't fuck every man in the toilets you know and I don't let them tie me up either." She felt his phallus harden and extend. "Oh... Billy. You do love me."

"Of course, I do." He'd come up with a new idea to enhance his sex life. The scrag he'd experimented with hadn't liked it but his scrotum had tightened so much he'd wondered if he'd ever stop ejaculating. Oh yeah, he loved Sally all right and couldn't wait to get her arse in the sling. Bill attempted to kiss her but Sally let go of him and stepped backwards.

"Prove it by telling me what your friend does." Sally started to unbutton her shirt. She raised her eyebrows before undoing the next one. "If you don't tell me, there'll be no more of this. How could I continue to have sex with you if you don't trust me?"

"Sally..." Bill slunk his shoulders and sighed. He was so aroused he wouldn't be able to do up his pants. What would it matter if she knew? "He works for the armed forces. Fairly high up. He pays me five hundred bucks each sample to cover for him and a few of his mates. Sykes has the contract to do the Tox tests so it works in both our favours."

"That wasn't so hard now was it, Billy."

He gasped as she knelt in front of him. Sally licked the length of his phallus and grinned up at him. Five hundred dollars apiece. Mmm... mmm... What a girl could do with money like that.

Sally, Sally, Sally.  Straight to hell for you.

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