The punch card Perforation number 4

After the play, something changed in their behavior. Interactions in the office grew by a factor of 3. It was as if they noticed each other again, like they had after Devin was fired four years ago. They exchanged understanding glances when funny or shocking things happened. They'd dropped remarks at lunches and casual meetings. Dwight held doors in front of her. Angela sent checks and statements to him first. It was a lovely feeling-not love yet, not animosity or indifference. They walked slowly toward each other. Angela, meanwhile, noted how her colleague's desire for her was growing. A passionate look, a touch on her elbow in the doorway, a half-decent joke about monkeys... She waited for the question about the fourth meeting, giving it time to mature. But she knew exactly where and how it should pass...
One Thursday, 2 weeks after the play, she got a text " We must discuss commitments. Elevator in 15 minutes."
Her breath caught, she urged herself to calm down. Glancing over to Schrute's desk, she caught his gaze and raised her chin slightly . After a while, she complained about the noise and told Oscar and Kevin she had to go for a walk.

Dwight was already waiting for her.
- About the contract. You probably remember we have two more meetings left. Let's not put them off too long. Remember, your fertile years are short, and your chances of pregnancy are falling by the month!
- Oh, okay," the accountant rolled her eyes. And added: I'd like to meet you at your farm!
- What? Okay. Why do you need a farm? You think the fresh air will increase your chances of conception?
- Well, I haven't been there in a while. And I've always liked the interior of the house. It's pretty traditional.
- Okay, well, you can come over on Saturday.
- I'll be there at five.
She smiled demurely, but pulled herself together. And she dutifully handed her colleague a punch card. Click! Last number left.
When Dwight returned the slip of paper, he nodded briefly and let her go on ahead.

The hour X was approaching. Angela took a shower, put on a modest outfit: gray sweater, dark jeans, tennis shoes. She put her hair up with a hair clip, applied lipstick. Tossed the bag with the wool dress and closed toe shoes into the car.
It wasn't that she fancied spending half an hour behind the wheel. But there was a point to this meeting: she wanted to awaken Schrute's memories of happy years together. Besides, she wondered what kind of reception Dwight would give her.
At 5:00 p.m., Moses heard the sound of gravel and ran out to the meeting. Angela carefully slammed the door:
- Good evening, Moses! Is Dwight home?
A smile appeared on the simpleton's face: - Hi Angela!

He ran toward the house with a cheerful look. A moment later, Dwight appeared in the doorway. He led her into the living room. Angela sat down carefully in an old armchair, looking around. The last time she'd been here had been before the duel. How long had it been? A year or more? It wasn't like she'd only dreamed of Dwight the whole time. There'd been a couple romances with guys outside the office, she'd gone on a date with Darryl once, some flirting with her cats' new vet and temporary boss Charles... But here, among the colonial furniture and samurai swords, it had made her feel at home. As if she were a hostess who'd returned to her own domain after a long trip.
- I see you've replaced the curtains in the kitchen. I like it. It looks nice.
- Yeah. The previous ones were chewed up by a goat that Moses forgot to lock. Had to burn them.
She sighed and turned toward the burning fireplace, stretching her hands out toward the flames.
Schrute gazed at her profile in the glow of the fire. It seemed so right that she was here! He felt his heart thaw. A moment more, and it would leak out onto the oak parquet and evaporate.
- In fact, we've been working all day, and we're hungry. Moses has dinner ready, so you're invited to join us.
Angela nodded, smiling slightly:
- Thank you.
They were mostly silent in the dining room, but it was a cozy silence. Angela noticed that they had clearly prepared for her arrival: baked potatoes, beet salad in addition to meat. After eating, she stood up resolutely:
- I'll help Moses clear the table. Can't stand the mess!

The three of them sat on the porch for a while longer, looking out at the horizon. Angela swayed in the rocking chair, her feet not reaching the ground. At some point, Dwight saw how uncomfortable she was and began to rock the chair quietly like a cradle.

As Moses walked away toward the stable, Dwight reminded her:

- I think it's time for us to fulfill our obligations.

- Okay.

- Shall we go upstairs?

They went into Dwight's room, silent and not touching. He turned on the nightlight on the bedside table, the place where Angela usually slept during their romance.

- Well, we can take off our clothes, he suggested. Angela nodded, walked over to a chair and began to remove her robes, hanging things up delicately. She was still in just her underwear when she felt a warm breath on the back of her head.
The three of them sat on the porch for a while longer, looking out at the horizon. Angela swayed in the rocking chair, her feet not reaching the ground. At some point, Dwight saw how uncomfortable she was and began to rock the chair quietly like a cradle.
As Moses walked away toward the stable, Dwight reminded her: - I think it's time for us to fulfill our obligations.
- Okay. - Shall we go upstairs?
They went into Dwight's room, silent and not touching. He turned on the nightlight on the bedside table, the place where Angela usually slept during their romance.
- Well, we can take off our clothes, he suggested. Angela nodded, walked over to a chair and began to remove her robes, hanging things up delicately. She was still in just her underwear when she felt a warm breath on the back of her neck.

- Monkey, here we go," Dwight said, undoing the barrette in her hair and burying his face in the light waterfall. His hands slid down her thighs, over her belly, around her breasts. Angela exhaled and turned determinedly toward him. She pulled off his shirt, nipped the back of his neck and head. Then she slowly brought her face close to his and kissed him timidly on the corner of his mouth. He seemed to be waiting for permission - his lips dug into hers, his impatient tongue penetrated her mouth . They stood like that and kissed for quite a while - simply because they could do it at last. Almost simultaneously, they realized how desire was flooding them, blinding them to the darkness in their eyes. They tore off the rest of each other's clothes and collapsed on the old bed.
Dwight had forgotten what it was like to truly enjoy her body, hot and flexible, completely at his disposal. He reveled in kissing her neck, her collarbones, her nipples. He moved down to her belly, burying his tongue in her navel. At the same time, he ran his hand down her thighs, heading upward until he found her womb. He ran his finger along the strip in the center, and with a decisive motion, he inserted it into her vagina. Angela moaned, arching her back slightly. Enjoying watching her reaction, the blissful expression on her face, the moans, he was excited beyond belief. - Are you ready? - He asked gently, shifting his body weight on top of her, resting his hands on the sides of the pillow. His answer was a mouth eagerly reaching for the kiss, and hands guiding him right inside her cave.
They made love for a long time - tenderly, passionately, dissolving into pleasure and closeness. He felt her orgasm - she screamed "'D!", her muscles fluttering - but never asked him to stop. He'd forgotten how insatiable she could be. It was amazing how much hotter and temperamental this fragile, stern lady was.
He pictured her pregnant - rounded body, soft face, engorged breasts...This view spurred him on; he pulled her closer with one arm around her waist and finished her off in a few hard thrusts. Letting out a beastly moan, the exhausted man sank down beside her, placing his hand on her right breast. They lay in silence for a while - I'd forgotten how temperamental you are, Monkey," he interrupted the silence.
- I'd forgotten it myself, D.
It was really dark outside the window. The woman sat up on the bed. - Well, I guess I'd better be going.
- It's getting late! - Dwight said in his instructive way, "I don't see the point in leaving now, at twilight there's a higher risk of car accidents.
- But I didn't get ready, I don't have a toothbrush or pajamas - she protested. - It's also a hotel, you'll find a brush!
He returned 5 minutes later with a clean t-shirt, a towel and a disposable brush. Angela retired to the bathroom. Drunk with love and joy that all ideas were on track, she tidied herself up. But still she had her doubts about pulled a hormone patch out of her handbag, twirled it around in her hands...but still put it back.
When she returned to the room, she found Dwight already refreshed, smelling of toothpaste, and ... a wall of pillows between their halves of the bed.
- What is that? - Angela asked cautiously.
- As you realize, there's no night apnea machine. But if you don't sleep on your back, you won't die of suffocation. These pillows will keep you from rolling over.
- How... Careful.

Angela lay down on the part of the bed suggested to her. She set the alarm on her phone for 7 a.m. so she could get to church on time.

Lying in bed and knowing that the man she wanted so badly was a dozen centimeters away-and not being able to touch him-was painful. Still, Dwight had passed her test-sharing his dinner, offering to stay the night, being so tender and sensitive with her . Soon enough, she would play her final card, and their relationship would finally be clear.
- Good night, Dwight," she whispered in the dark. - It was a nice day.
- Take care," he yawned. It felt good to pull her to him, to slip his hand through her shirt, to touch her bare skin...In fact, he could fill her tirelessly all through the night...and all the next day. But he was still afraid to get too attached to her, knowing how cruel she could be. He didn't want to fight another duel, go through a breakup, or keep the relationship hidden for years. He was in no mood to give her more than he could handle in the case of another breakup.
But still he was really glad she was here again, in his house, at his table, in his bed! He watched Angela sleeping for a minute.
- Good night, Monkey." he whispered. - "You're welcome. He took off his glasses, lay back and stretched out his legs so that he could faintly touch her feet. The woman flinched slightly. Dwight closed his eyes and fell into a deep and peaceful sleep.