At work the next day.

“You okay?”

“Huh?” Max replied quickly and turned to her friend Cindy.

“We've been at work for less than an hour and you're already day dreaming.”

“It's nothing,” Max shook her head, giving a final glance over to the table where just hours before she had been thrown down, tasered and fucked roughly.

After the events of last night she barely had the time to rush home and sink herself in a hot bath before she had to get back to work.

It wasn't long before Greg, Dan and Jeff arrived at work themselves. All three of them giving Max lingering stares. It made Max sick.

Thankfully Greg waited until she was alone too approach her.

“Hey,” he said, casually.

Max wanted to hit him, beat him to near **** but instead rolled her eyes.

“You know where I live right?” he asked.

Max did. “What, why?”

“You should come by after work.”

Max watched as Greg shot a glance over at the lockers were Cindy was standing. “You really should.” The not too subtle hint wasn't missed by Max.

“Fine, after work then.” Max replied, not trusting herself to crack him over the head right there she turned away. At least he was blunt and too the point, no games.

Max needed to figure out what she was going to do.