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protocol with visiting officials. Unless the personnel file had been altered since last week’s meeting, she had broken at least three rules. It was only a matter of time before Miss Matilda filled out Paisley’s exit papers and handed them to her to sign. Paisley couldn’t get fired if she wasn’t here to get fired, so she threw a few more things in her biggest purse, dropped in her travel toiletries bag and mentally planned to not come back until it was light outside again.

Chapter Three
    Paisley swallowed the last dregs of the beer Coral had given her. The shit was bitter as hell, but she needed the buzz.
    Never let a robot pick your beer. They don’t have taste buds.
    “You bought the beer instead of Quinn, didn’t you, Coral?” Paisley threw the bottle into the recycling.
    “He refuses to drink it. He says you have to spend good money on beer. I was trying to be efficient and purchase the product with the most alcoholic content.”
    At least the beer would do its job quicker. Paisley figured if she drank one faster, she would stop caring what they tasted like. She grabbed another from the fridge before her judgment got the better of her.
    “Anyway you look at it, I would add it to your database that Quinn should be in charge of all beer buying.”
    Paisley gave her a chance to literally type it into her database. Being best friends with a computer was interesting at times. Coral never forgot Paisley’s birthday, though.
    “Noted. Would you prefer one of my lubricant cocktails? Or from your description of the man at dinner, perhaps you need no lubricant.” Coral smiled.
    It did Paisley’s heart good to find her friend joking with her. Coral had come so far from where she started. She gained confidence in herself every day, and even when she didn’t understand the situation, she tried her best. It was like having a giant two-year-old who learned from every single thing around her.
    It was awe inspiring. The joking was a fairly new thing for Coral. Paisley had made sure she had plenty of dirty jokes in her database to keep Quinn on his toes.
    “To be honest, it freaked me out. It usually takes some serious time to get me turned on like that. It’s not like I haven’t been around the block.”
    Coral furrowed her brow. Paisley explained quickly to keep the conversation going.
    “It’s an expression meaning that I’ve had a lot of sex. I’ve had enough that if the guy isn’t good at what he’s doing, I can’t usually climax.”
    “Why would you want to have sex if you can’t have an orgasm? Isn’t that the point of sex?”
    Coral had also recently discovered sex. She liked it with only one guy and didn’t plan on having it with any other men, which had Paisley amazed. It wasn’t like Coral was a prude. She would discuss the beauty of the female orgasm with anyone who would listen.
    Maybe if Paisley hadn’t known variety was the spice of life, she would have been content with one man as well. On second thought, she wouldn’t have been. She needed more than what one man would give her. Or perhaps she knew too well what happened when she let one man give her everything.
    She’d even thought about playing for the other team on occasion, but a very messy romp in a co-ed’s sheets let her know she preferred her partner to have a bit more of a Tab A to insert into her Slot B.
    What she didn’t understand was her reaction to the hottie. When she’d thought of pursuing him, it was fine and fun, because she was the one who was going to be in control. Caught off guard and without her feet underneath her, she couldn’t deny how unsettling the situation was. Hot too, but the unsettling part was winning out.
    “Most men count sex as being over when they have spilled their seed. The girl’s pleasure isn’t a factor in the duration. It’s more of the guy’s staying power.”
    “Perhaps you would find better performers if you didn’t pick them up after they had become inebriated.”
    “Are you