<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Y8ShyBD.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Tserin Oakley<br/><strong>Age:</strong>19<br/><strong>Sexual Identity:</strong>Heteroflexible<br/><strong>Position:</strong>New hire Operator<br/><br/>Tserin spun around in surprise and her face crumpled from the strained smile she’d held onto to the last second with her first call.  “Ugh, I’m so dead, I’ll probably get fired after taking one freaking call!” she said in despair.  Her smile did return when Tom had said he was her trainer, finally, maybe someone who didn’t creep her out and who could help her from fucking up even more!  “Ah, hi. I’m Tserin, pronounced like that nerve toxin… Uhm, Tserin Oakley.  God that guy was like the definition of weird and creepy, am I right?”<br/><br/>The pretty young redhead blushed down past the collar of her blouse and ducked her head in embarrassment when he mentioned that there were some issues in her call.  Tom was a good looking guy, in an average sort of way, but not repulsive like that Dave guy.  Oh god!!  He’d<em>heard</em>her?!?!  Poor Tserin’s blush only deepened.  “Um, eeyeah… I mean NO! No, I’m not fixated on dick.  But-- but look at his account name!” She said as she pointed at the screen, directing Tom to the name field on the man’s account.<br/><br/><strong>Bob N. Neal</strong><br/><br/>“C’mon, like really?” she said as she tried to suppress a giggle.  “It just kinda happened.  I’m not<em>obsessed</em>with<em>dick</em>.  I mean I<em>like</em>it, don’t get me wrong…”  That’s when her blush hit her harder than it had ever hit her and she put her face on her desk and let out a little sob of mortification.  “Just kill me, kill me now… Please?” She muttered dramatically.<br/>