<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#408080"><div style="text-align: center">She jogged around part of the facility before she passed the laundry room and realized one of the young recruits who had been ordered to do laundry had told her that her fatigues and such were ready to be picked up whenever she came by. It was late at night, but she knew that they would be hanging up near the door. She wasn't lazy like the other officers of her rank and had the poor kids deliver it to her office. They had more important things to do than that. Slowing down as she turned and stopped at the laundry door, she took a moment to catch her breath, taking a few deep inhalations before she calmed her racing heart. Brushing some stray hair from her face, she quietly opened the door. It was open a few inches before she stopped, her ears catching what her eyes could not.<br/>
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"Brad.."<br/>
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She heard the name whispered and her cheeks heated. There were two men in here. Swallowing at the implications, the scent of bodies heating and the soft sounds of rubbing and quickened breath soon followed the sounds she heard. She almost closed the door. Instead, she opened it a little wider, still being careful to keep quiet. She opened the door just enough to slide her body through before she closed it just as gently as she opened it. She felt like she was spying, even as she looked at the two men in the darkened half of the laundry room. She felt her mouth gape before she stepped back. She should have busted them. She should have been putting a stop to it, but her libido and brain decided to watch the show.​</div></span>