Chapter Five
The keyboard in the cubicle to her left had grown silent. Andrea listened carefully. She heard the seams of a jumpsuit opening, followed by the soft, rhythmic sound of flesh against itself. The pages of a magazine being turned. This is what men do.
Quietly, she rolled her chair over to the partition.
She couldn’t see the man’s face, but she could see his erection. He held it in his right fist, bunching the soft skin up toward the glans and then pulling it down. She could see the pictures he was looking at. A woman in a hot tub.
His urethra opened and a drop of fluid appeared. His fist moved faster. He turned the pages back and forth. He brought his left hand down to his p***s, covering it. He moved his right hand hard and fast. His body became rigid and then spasmed. When
