UNREQUITED

by Bast

Myra ran her fingers across the computer keyboard, sluttishly coaxing information

from it's hiding place. "Where's Ms. Southerlyn today?"

"She had to interview a witness." McCoy leaned close to her, the sleeve of his

jacket brushing her arm. She could smell his cologne, and if she turned her

head just slightly.... She felt a throbbing between her legs and blushed.

"There it is. That's the location." Jack pointed with his hairy forefinger,

which she had a sudden impulse to bite. "Thanks, Myra."

She watched him leave, then stared moodily out the window at the rain.