Title: North American Society for Trenchless Technology

Summary: I have no idea what trenchless technology is

Beta: OutCold

A/N: Based on something that occurred in OutCold's modern studies class


"Meeting with the North American Society for Trenchless Technology, Josh," CJ slammed the papers on his desk, "You're coming with me."

Josh looked up, horrified, "Do you even know what trenchless technology is?"

"Three o'clock, be there."

"What am I being punished for?" Josh stood up, following CJ from his office, "C'mon, what did I do?"

"Nothing," CJ replied striding quickly ahead.

"It wasn't me!" Josh couldn't work out what was him, but there had to be a reason other than pure sadistic pleasure.

"Have I accused you of anything?" she shrugged, in false exasperation, "It's a simple request, just be there."

"Why?" he persisted, voice rising to a whine.

CJ stopped in the middle of the corridor and turned to face him and said in a matter-of-fact tone, "Because I want to stare into your eyes. You're an attractive person and I want you as close to me as possible."