Back to Wendy’s office after the meeting.

“What’s wrong?” Veronica asked.

“I honestly don’t want to talk about it.” Wendy said.

“Come on, sister. You can tell me anything.”

“Seriously Veronica...you wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”

“Seriously, Wendy- spit it out.”

“I TRIED that it didn’t work!”

“What?”

Just then, incoming rain began to sprinkle down. Tapping the window gently. Wendy frantically shot her head fearing the source of the sound.

“Oh,” she sighed with relief, “it’s just rain.”

“Wendy, what is going on?!”

“Okay, I’ll tell you...but you have to promise not to tell anyone.”

“I would never betray your trust like that!”

“Okay...” Wendy said hesitantly before jumping up from her desk and closing the door to her office, leaning on the closed door as if barricading it with her body.

“Cum,” Wendy said.

“Come?” Veronica asked.

“Semen,” Wendy clarified, “Cum”

“What about it?”

“It’s been haunting me or something. I don’t know. Starting yesterday, last night, cum has been appearing out of nowhere- breaking into where ever I am and forcing itself into my mouth.”

“What?!” Veronica feigned disbelief.

“I know! I don’t know!” Wendy yelled, “last night was an endless **** of the stuff. I sealed every entrance to my place and it still...” Wendy scrunched her face up remembering the repetitive consumption, “...got in...”

“That’s insane,”

“I know! This morning, some was even waiting for me at work and it got in my hair...and on my dress. I was in the middle of a meeting and it happened right in front of my leadership.”

“No way!”

“My boss said he’d fire me if I don’t stop with what he considers to be parlor tricks. But, Veronica, I can’t control it!”

“I’m sorry, honey” Veronica was a really great actor, “if it’s any consolation, your hair really does look great!”

“You’re not helping...”

“I’m just saying, I might be willing to endure what you’re going through to have hair like that.”

“I COULD LOSE MY JOB!”

“You don’t need to be working, you should find a nice man and let him do the work.”

“I told you...why I don’t like dating.”

“Sucking dick.”

“Right,” Wendy whispered.

“Well, you’re pretty much doing both right now- so look where that’s got you...”

Wendy scowled at Veronica.

“I’m sorry, I just hate to see you like this. Being this cold emotionless machine. I want to see you with a man. Tell you what, why don’t we...”