[Long description: The R.A. pulls back a bit to see the Chief’s face. “That makes two of us,” she says.

She wiggles a bit in her lap. The Chief blanches. The R.A. sheds her overcoat and shirt in one slick motion, exposing her shoulder and sports bra.

The Chief buries her face in the crook of the R.A.’s shoulder, but she looks as nervous as she is excited, now.

“You wanna…?” The R.A. asks.]