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From: dalcyks@mindspringNO.SPAMcom (Dave)
Subject: {ASSM} Pete's Problem (exhib, nosex, flash-fic)
Date: Sat,  8 Mar 2003 07:10:06 -0500
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                Pete's Problem (exhib, nosex, flash-fic) 
                                 by Dalcyks
                  Comments/suggestions welcomed
                                  495 words


"Carol, got a moment?" Pete asked, popping his head into my office.

"Sure Pete, come on in. What's up?" He seemed nervous.  He closed the
door.  Now I was worried.

"Are you all right?" I asked.

"We're friends, right?" he said, sitting down without making eye
contact.

"Right... "  I responded tentatively.

We WERE friends.  When he arrived two months ago, those now-averted
beautiful, brown eyes suckered me right in.  It hadn't turned to sex,
but I liked what we had. 

"Ummm... some of the other researchers... female researchers..." he
said, stumbling over each phrase.

I couldn't suppress a smile.  I knew what this was about. 

"They've been... well, I've seen... in the library when they..."

I relaxed into my chair, smiling openly.  I couldn't really blame
THEM.  He WAS very cute.  The softly rugged good looks and warm, open
personality WERE attractive, if not erotic.

"I mean, it's nice to... but my girlfriend... I don't want to hurt
anyone... I just..." He fell silent.

I knew what they'd been planning. Those three trying to out-do each
other for his attentions.  It must have been rather intense.
Apparently VERY intense.  They're attractive and sexy, and I'd heard
rumors of fewer bras, and shorter skirts.  I assumed that there were
fewer panties, also.  Pete apparently took the full brunt of these
'adjustments' in attire.

He finally looked up, eyes tinted with desperation.  

"I'll tell you what I'll do," I offered.  "I'll have a little
girl-to-girl talk with them and see if we can work something out."

He looked up, his eyes filled with a puppy-like gratitude.

"Would you? Thanks!  Understand, it's not that I don't like..." He
paused with a mischievous grin on his face.

"Get back to work you little brown-eyed demon," I said, tossing a
crumpled paper as he dashed out of the office. 

**************

"Carol, got a moment?" Pete asked, popping his head into my office.

"Sure Pete, come on in. What's up?" Entering, he closed the door, and
sat down.  This no longer worried me.

"Ummm.  Did you get a chance to talk to the OTHER researchers?" he
asked cautiously.

"Yea, a couple of days ago. Why?"

"Well, they're still... ummm... showing THINGS.  I figured they'd stop
once you all talked," he said, sounding a little perplexed.

I smiled openly at him.  "Rest assured I DID speak to them.  They
understood completely.  They told me that when they started 'showing
things,' as you so quaintly put it, it was to get your attention. In
essence, it was for you.  A funny thing happened, though.  They LIKED
doing it.  What you're seeing now is NOT for YOU... it's for them!"

His brain worked on that last statement, and worked very hard.

"Uhhh, O.K., thanks!"  He slowly rose to his feet and started to
leave.  

"Wow," I heard him half-mumble as he opened the door.  He stopped and
turned.  

"Wow!" he said with a big grin on his face.  He turned and walked out.

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