Shaking the cobwebs from my head, I went back to work again, but soon found myself talking to Jeff. I said, "Hey man. What the hell. Does this thing happen all the time around here or what?

And why weren't you doing anything through all that stuff?".

He shrugged a little laugh off his shoulders and answered, "No, it don't happen all the time. I only seen it twice before. Only I never seen it this hot before. Linda was like some kinda animal.

I ain't messin' around with her though. No way. I'm afraid of her. And I wouldn't know what to do anyway. Poor Daphne, though.

I never seen or heard of some of that shit. Linda forced her to get off but I don't think she really liked it. I gotta confess, the most I've ever done is bring off this girl at school once with my hand. I'd rather just concentrate on my work.".

"OK", I thought, "but someday your gonna find out what it's all about and then work won't mean a thing.". I resumed my efforts to get the machines running right again.

I looked up and saw that it was about one o'clock. I had spent the last two hours concentrating hard and had just about finished up, everything back in working order. Apparently Daphne had had no trouble concealing her morning episode from her co-workers and

Margaret hadn't been back to bother me either. I packed up my tools, pretty satisfied with myself, and prepared to get the hell out of there.

I strolled out in to the main office preparing to leave. Past

Linda, who didn't even acknowledge my presence; and past Diane, standing there innocently. Just at the moment I walked by she bent over to pick something up. As most women do when they think no one is looking, she bent straight at the waist, not bending her knees at all; legs locked straight up and down. The tight, white cotton shift rode up, higher and higher. She wore no nylons and, for that second or two, I had an unobstructed view up and down almost the whole length of her soft, young, cream-colored thighs.