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Detergent for Dirty Deeds
There followed a night of awkward silence with Felicia. It was sexless, not only because she was making her point but also because I felt too guilty and undeserving to try anything with her.
Before the silence descended that evening, when I was still expecting abundant waves of sensual sympathy for my manufactured injuries, I had told Felicia quite simply (and truthfully) that Valerie Valhalla was screwing the management and was therefore beyond disciplinary action, much less termination. I threw in the obligatory (and, I thought, sincere) vow to keep my hands off of her. I neglected to add that I had no clue who our ultimate boss was, or even whether he, she, it, or they were powerful individuals, faceless corporations, secret agencies of government, or som
