Miss (Cindy laughs you off)

Cindy answers her phone, saying "Oh, hi, Joe. What do you want?"

"I was thinking about what you told me about Sharon," you say. "I was wondering if you wanted to get together, and you could tell me where you think I went wrong."

Cindy laughs, a little tinny over the telephone. "I think I kind of wrapped it up for you earlier," she says. "You're a nice enough guy when you try, but mostly you forget about anything but what you want for yourself. So you kept letting Sharon down in little ways by not stopping to think. And I think she was a little bored with how you kept talking up your big cock. I mean, it's kind of its own advertising."

The fresh bruise on your chest throbs with pain. Maybe there's some Advil or something in the break room cabinet or the bathroom, or maybe Myrna has something.

"Uh-huh," you say. "You want to get together and do something, go to a movie maybe?"

"No thanks," Cindy says. "Have a good time this summer. Bye!" She hangs up.

You put away your phone, stepping into the office. Myrna is on her personal cell phone, her eyes looking vaguely out the window.

"Sorry, sweetie," she says. "But I just went on my period and I feel icky. How about in a few days? Okay. All right. That'll be great. See you! Big kiss. Bye!"

"Um, Myrna," you say. "Is there any Advil or something? I ran into a post over at Ms. Yoshida's house and it kinda hurts."

"Oh, sure, Joe," she says. She hands you a couple of pain pills, and takes a couple for herself. "Want some of my drink to wash them down?"

You take the pills with a swig of her diet cola, and she takes the drink back and does the same.

"How bad is it?" Myrna asks. You open your shirt to show her. "Well, that's quite a bruise. Maybe you should take it to the clinic and get it looked at."

"I dunno, it doesn't feel that bad," you say. "I might just go home."

"OK, whatever you want," she says.

But you've been to the clinic nearby a couple of times, and it has some cute nurses and physical therapists. They do therapeutic massage, too. Maybe some sympathetic attention would be good for you. Or you could go out and get some dinner, maybe, some place there are pretty girls hanging out. The taco drive-in by the beach might be a good bet.