The Office Visit II

"Okay, Gil. I'm gonna be here in my office finishing off that report. Call Brass for me will you? Tell him I'll fax the results. Thanks."

Catherine walks in her office and closes the door. She sits behind her desk, takes a deep breath and kicks her heels off.

"Oww..."

"What the...?"

"Umm, hey."

"Sara? What are you doing under my desk?"

"You'd never believe it but..."

"I don't even believe you're under there!"

"If I said I came over to visit you, would that be okay?"

"Well, if that's true, can't sit in a chair like a normal person?"

"It's nice and comfty here. Plus the view is great."

"Stop staring at my legs."

"It's true. I came here for the view. Except when you kicked your heels off. Those three inches are a killer."

"Sara, what the heck are you doing under there?"

"To stare at your milky legs..."

"Sara."

"I came here for another purpose, but after you sat, this became my purpose."

"Sara..."

"Ummm, Okay, I'm hiding... But really, I love looking at your legs up this close."

"Sara, stop staring. Look at me."

"Can I touch? I really love looking at you legs, not only that but you in general, did you know that?"

"Stop doing that! Now get up here."

"Can't."

"And why not?"

"Being down under here is way more intersting than being out up there."

"Stop that, Sara! Who are you hiding from? I said stop doing that."

"Well, originally I was hiding from Greg. Hmmm. Nice."

"I really hate to ask but why? And stop that!"

"It's really stupid, you see..."

"Stupid enough to make you hide under my desk?"

"I'm glad I decided to be under here. God, you have such beautiful legs. I really love touching them. Hmmm..."

"Sara, umm. that...don't do that..."

"Wonder what's up here?"

"Sara, oh god. Stop...doing ...that.please..ohhh..."

"You like this?"

"Oh, god. Saraaa..."

Knock. Knock.

"Sara! Someone's at the door. Stop doing that!"

"Shh, I'll be good, Catherine..."

"Catherine, you in here?"

"Conrad..."

"I talked to Brass about the case and..."

"I told Gil to tell Brass I'll fax the results to him. I know that... oh lord!"

"Catherine, you okay? you look a little flush."

"Stop that! What? Sorry, Conrad. I... oh lord..."

"Catherine? Are you..."

"Damn. Not there...oh, god..."

"Catherine? You're starting to sweat. Are you sick?"

"No, no, no, no...No! Don't come any closer!"

"Catherine? You sure? You're really flushed and you're getting short of breath..."

"I'm fine. It's the heat. It's...it's...oh...my...god..."

"Catherine, I'm really getting concerned about you. Are you sure you're..."

"I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine! God, Conrad...oh, god...I'm fine..."

"Ummm, I, ah... It looks like you're...umm...Ctherine, it looks like you're about to... umm."

"Oh, god... I'm soooo fine now...Yes! Yes! Yes!"

"I think i'd better go. Umm, I'll get back to you later, when umm, you're, you're feeling better."

"Close my door on your way out, Conrad. Ohh, yes...Yes! oh, god...yes...Now!"

"I'm going! I'm going!"

Click.

"Damn it, Sara!"

"You could've stand up or kick me, you know."

"Stop grinning under there! I couldn't even feel my legs."

"You wanted it as much as I wanted to do it."

"Couldn't you wait till he left? Geez, Sara..."

"Well, you know me. Once I start something, I gotta finish it. No matter what."

"Now I can't face Ecklie!"

"Oh, I think he would'nt be able to face you. I think he's in his office with his door locked now."

"Oh, you are so gonna get it, Sidle. Just wait when we get home. I'll really give it to you."

"Now you're talking!"

Knock. Knock.

"Shit! Someone's at the door. Under the table, Sara!"

"Well, this is becoming a habit..."

"Shh!"

"Shh, I'll be good, Catherine..."

"Catherine? You seen Sara?"

"Ummm, no, Greg... Oh god...here we go again...oh lord..."

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