"Hey, how come the phones aren't ringing?" asked one girl.
"Beats me. Maybe it's a holiday and we don't know it."
"What holiday could it be?"
"My mother-in-law's birthday!" Everyone laughed, except Mr. Harris, who had picked up his telephone to make a call.
"Fuck!" he cried. "No dial tone."
The girls in the office all picked up their phones. In turn, they listened for the tone that would enable them to make a call, and found that every line was dead.
"Goddamn Phone Company!" exclaimed Mr. Harris. "These fucking phones are always breaking down. Now no one can call in and no one can call out. They've finally broken down completely."
Mr. Baker came running out of his office. "What's the commotion?" he wanted to know.
"No telephones, Mr. Baker. The switchboard must be broken again."
"Really? My private line is working. I just made a call."
The phone did work, and all the girls crowded around Mr. Baker's private office so they could make whatever phone calls they had to.
"Don't you think we ought to call the Phone Company?" suggested Mr. Baker. "Let's do that first, and then we can make the other calls."
"No wonder you're president," laughed Denise, "and we're the hired help."
"If you don't get to work instead of crowding around my office, you'll all be the fired help."
"Very funny," said Denise who knew that Mr. Baker hated to fire anyone. But he was right, and she called the Phone Company.
"The fucking phones have always been breaking down," she said as she dialed. "They better send over someone good."
She spoke to a supervisor at the other end of the line who seemed to be not overly concerned with the problems of Baker Construction. "You've got to send someone over this morning," she said. "We depend on the phone."
The guy was giving her a hard time apparently, and Mr. Baker took over from Denise. Mr. Baker not only managed to get the guy to agree to send someone right over, but he demanded the best repairman they had since the other guys could never seem to get the lines working for very long.
"It will be fixed shortly," he said, returning to his work. The rest of the staff settled down, and Arlene found the quiet office a good place to make friends with the staff.
She was busy typing some papers for Mr. Harris when a cheer went up from the front office. "Thank God!" shouted a secretary. "Hey girls, the phone man is here."
Arlene briefly looked up and then went back to her typing. She stopped short. She looked up again. She gasped. She couldn't believe what she saw. The best repairman the Phone Company had was none other than Eddie Brock, the guy she had broken up with. She stared at him. He was working on the lines at the switchboard, and Arlene wondered whether she should go over to him or not. She wasn't sure that the pain had still completely disappeared.
Arlene decided to say hello. She just wanted to hear the sound of his voice. "Hello, Eddie," she said as he was intently concentrating on splicing a cable.
He jerked his head around. He couldn't believe what he was seeing either. "Arlene!" he shouted. "Oh, Arlene, how are you?"
"Fine, Eddie. You?"
"Yeah, I'm okay. I ain't got no complaints. I see you're workin' for this joint now."
"Just started today," she said. "Funny that you had to fix the phones today."
"Yeah, this equipment sure is old. It's gonna always break down until they get new stuff. But how are ya? It's good to see ya, Arlene."
"It's good to see you, too, Eddie," she said. She felt a lump in her throat and knew that her eyes were going to water.
"Hey, get back to the phones!" shouted a girl. "We ain't got all day you know."
"Yeah, sorry," said Eddie as he shifted his attention back to the switchboard. He couldn't seem to concentrate too hard on it though, and he kept looking over his shoulder at Arlene.
He managed to get the phones in some sort of working order, and as soon as he did, they started ringing madly. The office noise level shot way up, and Eddie could hardly hear himself think.
He sauntered over to Arlene's desk where she was trying to type a letter, and just gazed at her.
"You doin' okay?" he asked.
"Sure. You?"
He nodded. "I guess so. You know, I miss seein' you."
She felt as if she was going to cry. She couldn't look up at him. She started to say something and then stopped.
"Hey," he said. "Wanna go out for dinner later? I mean tonight or somethin'?"
"Uh, sure, Eddie," she said, not being sure at all if that was what she really wanted to do.
"Hey, that'd be great!" he exclaimed. "I ain't had a meal I really liked since you left."
"I'd like to do that," she said. "Yes, I'd like to see you." He grinned at her.
"Tell you what," he said. "I'll meet you back here at five. You get off at five?"
"Yeah," she said. "But the phones better work all day, or they're gonna lynch you when you get back."
Arlene couldn't keep her mind on her work for the rest of the day, but it didn't matter because it was her flint day and everyone assumed that she was just nervous about working for a new place.
She let them think that, but her mind was dwelling on Eddie. She didn't know what she would say to him when she met him.
He seemed to be just as ill at ease with her when they walked together down the street. They both wanted to be with each other, but so many things had happened between them, that they didn't know where to start.
They had a slightly awkward dinner, but as the evening progressed, they got more and more relaxed. She was feeling a great deal of warmth for Eddie.
Eddie wasn't sure whether he should ask her back to his place after dinner, because she might turn him don. He wasn't sure what he would do or say to her in that case, but the problem was solved when Arlene asked him if he was still living in his basement apartment.
"Yeah, but it looks different," he said. "A friend fixed it up."
Eddie laughed. "No, but you see this girl that I know, well, she just didn't like it the way it was."
"Oh. And she just moved things around for you. She didn't live with you by any chance?"
Eddie was embarrassed. "Yeah, sort of."
"What do you mean sort of? She did or she didn't."
"Yeah, she did, but not for long. I kept thinking of you, Arlene. I ain't really thought of a girl since you. That girl didn't stay long because she knew I wasn't thinking about her all the time."
Arlene was deeply pleased. "I've thought about you a lot too," she said. "I can't get you out of my mind."
"Yeah, me neither," he replied. They entered his place, and she noticed how carefully it was fixed up. There were pictures on the wall and even a new rug on the floor.
"If you don't like it, you can get rid of it," he said.
"Why?" she said. "It's your place."
"Well, just in case you come back," he said. They sat down on the sofa and briefly touched hands.
Suddenly, Arlene ached to be held in his arms. She was so afraid that he wouldn't want to commit himself to her, that she didn't make a move towards letting him know that, but Eddie just as eagerly wanted her, and as their hands touched, so did the rest of their bodies, and before either one of them realized it, they were embracing quite passionately.
"Oh Eddie!" she cried, "I've missed you."
"Yeah, I missed you too, doll," he said. She closed her eyes and let him kiss her. It felt so good to be touching his lips again. He was going to protect her. She knew that. He felt so good, that she just couldn't let him go.
Eddie became very passionate as they kissed, and he pressed his chest against her body. He could feel her tits pressing into him, and he sprawled out on the sofa with her body under his.
She could now feel that his cock was getting hard. It felt so good to have his prick pressing against her body. She wanted that cock more than she wanted any other cock in the whole world.