Mr. Rosen stops her in the hall.

"Abigail! Hold on there a minute, young lady!"

Abbie is surprised to find the sprightly old man following behind her, moving quickly with the aid of a walking stick.

"What's wrong, Mr. Rosen?" she asks concernedly as she turns to face him. She does notice that his Viagra is certainly working. He sports another huge hardon. It tents out his flannel pyjama bottoms.

"I wouldn't want you to think I 'stiffed' you, so to speak." He smiles at his play on words. "Here's the other twenty I had promised you." He holds a bill out in his withered hand.

Abbie glances quickly around the hall, making sure none of the other staff is watching. She pockets the bill, smiling sweetly. "Thank you, Mr. Rosen. Looks like I didn't complete my job, though. You're still swollen." She looks toward his erection.

Mr. Rosen smiles sheepishly. "I told you. That Viagra works wonders!"

She smiles back at the man who reminds her of her grandfather. "Come with me a minute."

Abbie pulls him into a nearby linen closet. "You made me so horny before, Mr. Rosen, I can't think!" She skins down her jeans and panties, leaning over a laundry basket. "Would you mind giving me a quickie before I have to meet the boss?" she asks, looking back at the stunned man over her shoulder.