Benson
I was watching Shaw talk with the Captain from across the bullpen. Yeah, that was a sexist term. This room wasn't full of just men like it was twenty or thirty years ago. Lots of ladies worked here, but the term stuck. I sighed, take Shaw for instance, she was looking so pretty today. Her long dark hair was braided down her back. Her makeup was darker than usual, probably to cover evidence of little sleep because of our late night picking up Lenore. We just grabbed a couple of hours here and there. In between f**k sessions, of course. I remembered that thing she does with her tongue but quickly squashed that thought. No getting a hard on at work. The guys would never let me live it down if anyone noticed. But damn it was hard not to get hard around Shaw. That woman was a f*****g Qu
