A Box of Condoms

Serena threw the old assistants' box onto the floor of the storage room. Out of the clothing and paper mesh tumbled a small black box. "Magnum XL" carved molten gold letters into its fragile cardboard frame. The blonde blushed. Then a naughty thought tickled her. _She should really get to know the old assistant _she smiled to herself, laying at the bottom of the lonely grey tiles. Tiny cracks in the ceramic told a story of neglect compared to its elegantly carpeted counterparts just beyond the door.

She spent a few minutes fumbling with the package. Then tooled through the rest of the abandoned items, but there was nothing else. So she called him from beneath the leaning metal frames for shelves.

"Hi Alex" she whispered through the phone. Even then, her voice seemed to fill the empty room.

The voice on the other end was hesitant "S-Serena?"

"Yea, it's me. You trained me before you left, remember?"

"Is everything okay?" It was softer than she remembered.

That didn't stop the heat of the young blonde's breath from scorching her ears as she spoke. Her nimble fingers had somehow found their way around the black box. They wouldn't let go. She swallowed hard; time to get back on track. The crumbled box flew into the metal stands. Her nails had cut small incisions into its thin cardboard.

"Hello?"

"I need some help!" Serena said, finally "Cassandra's mood keeps getting worse, and I don't know what I'm doing wrong"

Alex was slow to respond "Have you've been taking care of her?"

"I do everything for her!" She cried "Get her coffee print her reports fill out her paperwork schedule her--"

"No, I mean... ugh. Meet me in the small Cafe on Bloomington and Delancey at noon tomorrow..."