Jarred from her brief fantasy diversion by Beth's question, Pam rolled onto her back, and felt her breasts jiggle beneath the tight confines of her shirt. She glanced down to easily see her erect nipples, silently cursing whoever took her bras. She still thought it was probably Beth, but the things she'd said about Amy weren't really that farfetched. Well, whoever the culprit, they were likely going to accomplish their goal, if it was indeed to maintain the sexual tension between her and Ron.

Still, Pam knew it was her words that would matter most. Even if she looked to be straight from the pages of a pin-up calendar, if...