Senior Lab Techs Secret Meeting Sparks Hidden Desires in the Hospital Lab Carol Thompson, the Senior Laboratory Medical Technologist, stood beside the lab table, nervously drumming her fingers on the table's smooth surface. An attractive 58-year-old woman, Carol's slender shapely body was concealed under her conservativly subdued light blue blouse, white hospital pants, and her ever-present white lab coat. She anxiously glanced up at the wall clock for the twentieth time in the last ten minutes, her breathing uneven and almost ragged. The normally cool, professional, immensely competent med tech was rapidly becoming a nervous wreck. She was anxiously awaiting a telephone call that would initiate the little game that would result in her satisfying, if only briefly, her overpoweringly strong desire to have frequent sex. "Come on!" she murmured. "Ring, dammit!" She restlessly resumed her tapping on the table top, glancing at her replacement, Jill Owens, working on a specimen at the far end of the room. Jill was the Supervisory Lab Tech for the "three to eleven-thirty shift," replacing Carol as supervisor. There was always a thirty-minute overlap between the shifts, allowing hospital supervisors and workers to update their replacements on department activities and on-going actions. Just then the phone on the lab table rang, startling Carol out of her fretful state of mind. She immediately snatched the receiver off the base. "Damn!' she thought, "That was too anxious. Calm down, Carol!" She took a deep breath before continuing. "Laboratory, Mrs. Thompson., "she answered in a professional manner. "May I help you?" The voice on the line was the one she expected. "Mrs. Thompson. Oh yes, I certainly know that you can help me. This is Ken Williams. Mr. Harris and I are expecting you for our meeting. Can we look forward to seeing you soon?" Ken Williams was the Director of Facilities and Maintenance Activities for the regional medical center. …but everything was about to change
