“Okay, everyone, get out of here. Work starts for the people in this room at ten, tomorrow. Thanks for staying late tonight.”
The building was vacated in the next sixty seconds. I went to my office and poured another rum and coke. I sat on the far end of my couch and pulled the handle on the recliner. My feet came up, and I relaxed for a few minutes.
There was a light tap on my door and it opened slowly.
“Entré.” I answered.
Aisha came in wearing a short black dress, heels, and her shiny black hair down across her shoulders. She spun around, looked through the window in my door, and spun the handle that closed the louvers.
“Wow, I like the back of your dress.”
“You mean the lack of a back, on my dress?”
“Yes, that’s it.” I dropped my feet back to the floor. She dropped between my knees and we hugged each other. We kissed and then I lifted her to her feet.
“Wait, I need to freshen up.” She closed the door to my bathroom, and I heard the exhaust fan humming. I turned off the big ceiling lights and reduced the illumination to the lamp on my desk. I heard my door being rattled and bumped, and I wondered how Aisha got on the other side of the door. I rushed to the door and opened it.
“Hi, Louis, why is your door locked?”
“What are you doing here? I thought you were at home with your mother?”
“No, I knew you were going to be working late, so mom brought me over here and dropped me off. I thought maybe I could help, and catch a ride back home with you.”
The exhaust fan and the bathroom lights went off. The door opened slowly, and a beautiful and fragrant Aisha emerged, ready to play.
“OH! Mrs. Montgomery?” Her face was showing guilt.
Sandra looked from Aisha to me, then she looked at her again, and looked at me. Without a word, she turned and left my office.
“I am so sorry, Louis.” Said Aisha.
“It’s not your fault. I wanted you, too. I guess I better go to her.”
“Yes, I will close your office. I am soooo sorry.”
I rushed from the office and through the now vacant security area. I went past Aisha’s desk and through the glass doors.
In the grass, halfway to my Jag, was Sandra. She was holding her stomach, in severe pain. I picked her up and put her in the car. She passed out as I fastened her seatbelt. I called Doc as I drove.
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