It was Friday evening, quitting time, when Ms. Rhodes asked Chris to quickly grab some cement mix from the supply shed. It'd only take a minute, and she was the boss, so why not?
It's 4 minutes later when Chris is about to leave that he's stopped again by Ms. Rhodes voice;
"Chris", she began, "do you want to have sex with me?"
It took several seconds for Chris to process her question.
His response was clipped and curt; "No thanks see you Monday!" He speed-walked out of there
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On Monday Chris' effort to avoid his boss, while impressive, was unneeded – Ms. Rhodes had acted as if nothing had happened.
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It was Friday evening and Chris was certain that he'd imagined it. Nothing had happened in the last 5 days and his boss was completely normal.
It was with a familiar question that Chris had a feeling;
"Chris be a dear and grab some concrete mix from the shed?"
This felt wrong. He couldn't describe how, but he knew why.
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A minute later and he was reaching for a top shelf when he felt hands at his belt and breath on his neck.
It was in his attempt to escape that he tripped backwards and heard a bang. His vision darkened.
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Author's Note;
Guess who work up at 4am with a particularly vivid memory?
