It was 4:15 AM. We had just finished closing the 3rd st. Taco Bell.

Sheila, the graveyard shift manager, asked me to stay late and carry in some cases from the shed. I thought it was strange, we usually do that during the day....

As I carried in the last box of sporks, I felt Sheila's pert breasts against my back. Her hips were thrust against me.

She led me into her tiny office, and there, on the freshly mopped floor, I learned the terrible secret of her spork fetish.