A knock on the door

There's a tap on your door, and it opens. You look up to finding a young woman, barely more than a teen standing in the doorway. She's a slender blond, waif-like in her slimness her hair in a ponytail. She stands stricken, her eyes wide and shocked a the scene in front of her.

"Can I help you?" you ask, cocking your head inquiringly. She drags her eyes to your face, her pale skin blushing.

"Excuse... me sir," she stammer. "Umm.. Mr. Gavin sent me. He said to just knock and come in.... He sent me to ask about Mr. Johnson." Her voice is quiet and shy, her eyes flickering over Laurel and Amanda. The two of them look back at her, your wife with lewd interest, Amanda with surprise and shame.

"Who are you? And shut the door behind you, girl."

"My name is Jean," she says pushing the door shut. I'm an intern. I just started Monday." She looks nervously at her feet.

"I see. Your name is Jean and Mr. Gavin sent you over to ask me about Mr. Johnson. Have you been working closely with Mr. Gavin, Jean?"

She blushes deeply. "Yes sir. Very closely. He's very kind. He said I should ask you about Mr. Johnson and to listen closely to whatever you say, and do whatever you tell me."

"How old are you, Jean?"

"I was eighteen last month, sir. I just graduated high school."