What is the point of passing up every chance at sex when it presented so often? Penelope isn’t one to just live life and be done with it. She wants ...to really live life, doing everything she possibly can. “Is there someplace we can go? I think we’d draw the wrong audience if we did it like last time, on the deck.”“No, then I’d never get any money,” Rowley agrees. “Plus my new crew would probably want some of you too. Come on to my quarters.”No sooner are they below deck and in Rowley’s quarters. I had my fair share of flirting and hook ups with female co-workers around my age, so i will not complain. On or around the 4th month of employment the company started hiring managers in training, many of them where older not all that attractive and most of them where transferred to other locations after training. However our store retained 2 of them, one being older and very lesbian-ish and the other was about 25 to 27 years old, not too attractive but very nice features. Her name was katie.. As I left, after paying for my coffee, we briefly kissed – it lingered in anticipation of what might or would happen later.I high tailed it to the office and was sitting at my desk 5 minutes before office staff were due to clock on. The processing guys were already hard at work having had their morning coffee and tea. The news of my promotion had got to a wider audience and there were a flurry of emails sending congratulations which I was responding to with due appreciation when Carol came. .." Corey!" His smile was always attractive. "You picked the wrong elevator. Happy chance. Spare me fifteen minutes for a drink?" Why not." Corey allowed herself to be possessed. Reid was nice. He was one of the casual ones who admired but did not push.Doors. The indefinable smell of money. Another office like Murchinson´s but far less austere. A bar. The chairs were for lounging. Corey picked one and watched the mixing of her cocktail. When it was done they clinked glasses to Reid Hunter´s.