<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/90/Squadron_Leader._Jack_Monroe.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name:</strong></td><td>Jack Monroe</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Heading to the lounge on level 2</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td> Abs</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td> Getting frisky</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>Jack led her down the circular stairs to Level 2.  The small lounge just off the suit-up room had a comfortable couch, and the area was deserted now that the second shuttle had left and everyone was busy finding their quarters and their work areas.  He locked the door behind them and then kissed her deeply, his hands slipping down to squeeze her slender butt.  "I've gotten everything done that needs doing, and I just wanted you to know that I hadn't forgotten you."<br/><br/>He let his hands slide up, feeling her curves under the coverall she wore.  He was in no particular hurry, but he saw no reason to delay.  His fingers found the zipper on the front of the coverall and slid it slowly down.  "As a matter of fact," he told her, "I think this might constitute a maintenance problem.  I think you need to check me out and make sure I'm functioning properly in every respect.  If you're not too busy, that is."<br/><br/>