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Ms. Jersey Cale?” Blaze asks, turning from the workbench.
    “Hard to remember with that looking right at me,” Jersey smiles as she glances at his crotch, slipping on her underwear and bra. “How about you get dressed too before I say fuck it to first shift and take a credit penalty.”
    “I can’t help it if women love what I got,” Blaze smiles.
    Jersey frowns, her eyes going steely. “Women?”
    “You know how it is,” Blaze says, smiling wider. “I’m Courier Class, sugar. I go out into the Sicklands and kick ass for the Clean Nation, wiping out the Cootie menace.”
    She drops the pair of jeans in her hand and walks over to him.
    “You’re lucky I know you’re full of shit,” she says, taking her bra and underwear back off and throwing them over her shoulder.
    “You’ll need to activate your StatShield,” he says, aroused, but also slightly alarmed. It’s a dangerous game they play. “In fact you shouldn’t have even turned it off. I got bugs in me that could make your guts liquefy.”
    “Do you now?” Jersey says as she presses the spot on her right wrist where her personal sat chip, or PSC, is located. A quick shimmer of light envelops her then disappears. “It’s active now.” She reaches down and grips the stiffness between his legs. “So are you.”
    “Good one,” he says as he lifts her up, spins her around and sets her on the workbench.
    “I don’t have long,” she says. “If I clock in in two minutes I can still keep those first shift credits.”
    “I don’t need long,” Blaze replies, electric sp arks flicking from her StatShield to his skin. “And you won’t either.”
    He’s in her so fast she can only respond with a loud cry as she grips his ass, pushing him to go deeper, deeper, deeper.
    It takes them exactly two minutes and thirteen seconds before they climax. Not quite in unison, but close enough to leave them panting and laughing as their bodies shudder around each other.
    “Now, it’s work time,” Jersey says. “I’ll have to sonic later.” She hurries to her workbench and clocks in with seconds to spare. “And get dressed later. Can you turn the heat up?”
    “That’ll eat into your credits,” Blaze says.
    “Nah,” Jersey smiles as she throws on an apron over her sweat slicked skin. “I’ve made some mods to the conditioning unit. The extra power gets deducted from the asshole downstairs. Doesn’t affect me a bit.”
    “You and your technology wiles,” Blaze laughs as he gets himself dressed. “I’m on leave for another couple of days. If I can get away I’ll be back tonight.”
    “Don’t push it,” Jersey says, picking up a small static charged soldering iron. “I love seeing you, and actually love you, but we get caught and it’s all for nothing.”
    “What’s all for nothing?” Blaze asks, looking at her as he holds his boots in his hands. “What is up with you lately? Is there something I need to know?”
    Jersey comes close to telling him, but shoves the words aside and just shakes her head. “No, no, nothing,” she smiles. “Get going, operator. You get caught away from the GenSOF tower and they’ll throw you in the brig.” She shudders. “They find out you’ve been with me and…”
    “Nothing will happen to you,” Blaze says. “I’ll make sure of that. Worse case scenario you end up as GenSOF support personnel, which wouldn’t be so bad, would it?”
    “And be stuck in that sterile tower the rest of my life? No, thanks,” Jersey frowns. “I’d go nuts.”
    “You already are,” Blaze says as he steps to the wall and the door slides open. “I’ll try to make it again tonight.” He smacks his forehead. “Crap. No, I won’t. Poker night.”
    “Right,” Jersey smiles. “What story are you going to tell them this time?”
    “I may go with twins,” Blaze says. “Gotta keep my fake rep up. As long as they think I’m full of shit they won’t know to look for you.”
    Jersey giv es him a sad smile. “I