Riding the Clam
There was a knock at the door. It opened a crack. “You decent?” Carly tucked her shirt into her jeans, pulled up the zip. “Yeah!” Xaviar stuck his head in the door. “Hate to bother you on Friday night, but we had problems with 3. Had to do a bunch of reseals. Barely made our quota. Needs to be fixed by first shift Monday you know.” “Not a problem.” She’d started to say she had nothing to do anyway now that Ben had dumped her, but she bit her tongue. ...