I was sitting at my desk at work and tried to concentrate on the task at hand. I had received five new emails in the last half hour. Three were from Erudite with information on new developments and two were from Candor, demanding security details for their Judges. I would have to read the emails thoroughly before forwarding them with a little summary to the responsible person to take over the task. For the new developments from Erudite, I would collect the mails to give the leaders of our fraction a short presentation of all new developments in our next by-weekly meeting.

But my concentration escaped me today. I felt restless and kept fidgeting in my chair. Also everything seemed to annoy me. For example Eric, who kept shooting me strange glances from his office across the corridor.

"What?" I asked when I caught him looking at me again.

"You seem very restless today. I think you need to get laid." He answered.

My jaw almost hit the floor. That was direct.

"What? No cheeky comeback?" he chuckled.

I decided for once to stick to the truth.

"No. You are dead on. Just wish Four would see it the same way."

That seemed to intrigue him. He left his office and crossed the corridor to step into mine.

"So you are saying Four is still being the gentlemen and doesn't even try to get into your panties?"

I blushed at that very accurate summary of the situation and nodded.

"I should have never told him, that he showed up in my fear landscape."

"Oh yeah. I remember that." Eric laughed.

"Well anyways I told him countless times that I am ready. And I tried everything Christina told me to try. I even ran around our living room in some Lingerie assemble she had bought me. You know what his reaction was?"

I looked at Eric daringly but he only raised his eyebrow in question.

"He threw me his shirt and told me it was too cold not to wear cloths."

"He is such a dumbass." Eric chuckled.

I rolled annoyed my eyes.

"And what are you going to do about it?" Eric challenged me.

I sighed defeated. "What can I do?"

Eric regarded me thoughtfully.

"Have you tried taking care of business yourself?"

I felt myself blush. Only now did I notice with whom I was having this increasingly awkward discussion. I must be more frustrated than I thought if I even told Eric about it.

I decided not to own up to my one attempt at self-pleasure. It had just felt wrong and I had quickly stopped without any results. So in answer to Eric's question I shook my head.

He just thoughtfully stroked his chin.