you are
Mulder. You're in the office and you're extremely horny. Why?
because
your partner is there too. Because she's wearing the shortest,
tightest
of skirts, along with NO hose, a deep decollete, and her most
devouring
gaze in her eyes all day. And it's been one hell of a day so
far trying
not to stare at her, and, even worse, not to drool on the
floor
or fall right to her feet. It's noon now, and Scully is just
bending
over-- she dropped a file. And you can clearly see-- no. No no
no. You
can't stand it any longer. Without an excuse you hurry to the
bathroom
across the hallway and, the door barely closed behind you,
start
relieving yourself. After a couple *er* movements you get along
quite
well with your task, and it's only a matter of seconds now; you're
so busy
with the task at hand (hehe pardon the pun) that you don't hear
your
partner's panicked voice, "Mulder? Is something wrong? MUlder?
Answer
me! Mulder, I'm coming in!" Damn you for not hearing that last
bit because
just as you are just two seconds away from your relief the
door
bursts open...
WHAT DO
YOU DO??