So much accident. Such,’ she blurted. ‘I never would have… uh, well…accidentally…’ ‘Of course. If you’d just wanted me to go down on y...u, you could’ve just asked,’ he teased. ‘W-what!? I d-don’t want you to, ah, I mean I didn’t want y-you to, uh, that’s not something that I–‘ she cried, flushing scarlet and hiding her face. ‘Sorry, kidding.’ he said. ‘Truce?’ ‘…Truce,’ was all she could manage, too flustered to say anything else. Is it even possible for a guy to go down on a girl…? For a girl. Allen tried to do the same, but the girls smirked as theyrefused to engage in conversation with him, with each seconding Enid'sinitial response, "Shush, we've got to focus on our work."Allen knew that the comments were directed at his various comments thatthe girls did too much socializing. The more he inputted numbers, themore he understood just how boring the work was without the socialelement.Lila's return to the desk to swap jobs again was a relief. He headedback to the copier and ran off. He made me get out with him and we walked in through the black doors. The large lady behind the register recognized the truck driver and laughed at the site of me. The truck driver disappeared into the theater room, leaving me with the woman. She was I was scared and walked around. She led me down past the restrooms to a small room with a cot. She gave me a blanket and told me to sleep. She left and I heard the door lock from the outside. I was so tired, I slept for a few hours. I had just. I had finished work for today. The light had gone."Can we go for a walk while we discuss this, Mary? I've been sitting too long." Of course, Major Jones."I packed up my equipment. I could leave it where it was. No one would touch it."If I'm considering painting you nude, Mary, I think you had better stop calling me 'Major Jones' and use my Christian name." Yes, Alexander," Mary said, bobbing a mock curtsey. "If I can be Mary with you when everyone else calls me Magda, you can be Alexander when.