<strong>Kate Frost, Heading for some fun in the Supply Closet with Mox Harris</strong><br/><br/>Kate let out a squeal of delight as she heard Mox’s voice. Stepping past a cluster of mops, and over a bucket filled with some vile liquid she didn’t even want to think about, she pushed to the back of the closet. Mox was there, leaning against the wall next to a stack of boxes … a lit joint in his hand, and the sweet scent of marijuana filling the air.<br/><br/>The closet was Mox’s discovery, and Kate had to admit it was a brilliant one. The closet was a bit cluttered but surprisingly big, enough for two or three people to stand around and chat, or smoke pot, or do … well, do other things out of sight of the hospital administration. There was a ventilation fan whirring away in the ceiling of the closet, just loud enough so someone outside couldn’t hear what was going on inside, and just strong enough to whisk away cigarette smoke. And marijuana smoke, too.<br/><br/>Grinning playfully, Kate grabbed Mox by the lapels of his coat, and pulled him close to her, her breasts pressing up against his chest as she stood up on her tiptoes. She softly kissed his neck as he took a hit from the joint … and then took the joint from him, taking a seat on a cardboard box as she let the smoke fill her lungs. Her worries began to fade away, lost in a dreamy, hazy fog, and Kate nodded in approval.<br/><br/>“Wow … you have no idea how much I needed that, Mox,” said Kate, as she handed the smoldering joint back to him. “I’ve been dreaming of that all morning … it was a rough one. Don’t know why.”<br/><br/>Kate stood up. She ran a hand down Mox’s chest … and then, began to loosen his tie. “I think we’ve got some time, though,” Kate said, giggling madly. “What are you in the mood for? Because, well, right now I think I’m in the mood for just about<em>anything</em>.”