Bathroom Blues

It was Greg, the intern. "Um, Jo. You OK?"

"I love the smell of men's rooms." She took a deep breath.

"Ohh-kay, but I really need to go. Can you move?"

"I love the smell of men's rooms," was all Jo could say.

"I guess I'll use a stall." Greg went into a stall.

Jo was thoroughly humiliated.

Greg left after quickly washing his hands.

Dwight walked into the bathroom. "Funny finding you here." He took out his phone and snapped a photo. "Put your face next to a urinal and smile."

She did, and Dwight took another photo.

"Kiss it."

Jo wanted to gag, but she kissed the side of the urinal as Dwight snapped another photo.

"Hey, it could be worse," said Dwight. "I could have had you kiss the inside of the urinal."

"Stand up."

Jo stood up.

"Go to the break room, and sit on the counter with your legs crossed, chest stuck out, and hands behind your head until one of us tells you to stop."

"Please, I...."

"Jo, no talking without our permission."

Jo stopped talking and went to the breakroom.