Discovered By Linda

You begin to wonder if things might just start up again here and now between you and Bev when a sound crashes through this thought. It's the sound of the bolt unlocking from the door of the family stall. Those things lock only from the inside unless you have a maintenance key and the only people who have that is the maintenance crew and...

You look up and see in the doorway the tall and imposing form of Linda. If Linda were any closer, you wouldn't be able to see her face for the obstruction of her massive mammary shelf jutting out in front of her. She's got one fist on her hip and is wearing an expression that's one part annoyance and two parts amusement seeing you and Bev wrapped up in each other on the floor of the stall. You swallow hard and glance at Bev who is white-faced with horror at being discovered.

As the two of you disentangle yourselves and begin to rise (you, ever the gentleman, giving Bev a hand up), Bev begins to babble excuses, attempting to take the entirety of the blame on herself, begging Linda not to punish you for a situation that she claims is completely her fault. Sweet of her to attempt this, you think, but you're not about to hide behind her in this matter. You give her hand a little squeeze which causes her to trail off.

"It's okay, Bev," you tell her, "I'm every bit to blame for this situation. Besides...I work here. I should know better."

"Bev," says Linda in a quiet but firm voice, "the swim center is closed now. I suggest you get dressed and head for your home."

Linda is not to be denied here and after a furtive look to you, Bev grabs her clothes and scurries out. Now it's just you and Linda. She surveys you in silence and you look back the same way. You know this game. If you try to break in with excuses and explanations, she'll simply cut you off and disregard them. If you stay silent, however, she has to start the conversation. Finally, she relents.

"Kindly tell me how is it I find you having wild sex in one of our family stalls with one of our clients, please," Linda says finally.

"We met after my shift," you tell her, seeing no reason to lie, "We both expressed being self conscious changing in the public locker rooms. Bev suggested we use a family stall so we'd at least be with someone who wouldn't ridicule us for how we looked naked."

Linda's expression softens very slightly. Evidently she's also got some experience being self conscious about her body.

"Go on," she prompts.

"I accept that it was irresponsible of me to go along," you say, "Once naked, temptation proved too much for both of us. The rest you saw."

Throughout the explanation, you can't help but notice Linda constantly glancing down to your jutting eternal boner. Evidently it is quite distracting.

"Alright," she says as you conclude, "All that is perfectly plausible, but one thing more. Somebody slip three Viagra into your water bottle or something? I mean, I know I'm hot and all but we ain't exactly flirting here, plus you just screwed that lucky girl silly yet that boner of yours hasn't lowered one bit the entire time we been talking."

You blush, not relishing the thought of explaining that before you realize you don't actually need to.

"I did have a physical before I took this job," you say, "The results should be with my employee records. You did read them, didn't you?"

Confusion turns to shock as Linda remembers what she read. She looks back to your groin, now with open-mouthed astonishment.

"That was true?" she asks, "I mean...I thought some smart-ass doctor just threw that in for a laugh at my expense, and yours."

"Yeah...it's not something I can help," you say with a shrug.

Linda finally seems to pull herself together, now looking at your face again.

"Alright, Nick," she says, "I'm not entirely without understanding, and up "˜till now your record has been pretty much perfect, so I'm not going to fire you. However, I'd hate for you to forget why we have rules, so I've got something else in mind for you."