Laura's Training Camp

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Laura's mouth flew open when she realized she was looking at a sketch of a penis. Her lips felt numb, and low in her stomach she felt a sensation that was somewhere between nausea and the feeling one gets on the first big dip of a roller coaster. She held up the paper on which it had been drawn and looked through it to confirm the obscenity-and it was there, even though it had been erased: A hard penis, fitted with testicles and wings, leaped across the circular chart, as if to attack her thumb.

How disgusting! People who doodled at all were idlers, and the people who doodled such obscenities as this were little better than animals. Perry Coleman should be locked in a cage for doing that, or better yet, he should never have been released from the cage that had once held him. The winged penis proved he was a sex pervert as well as a convicted criminal, and hopefully it would be enough to get him fired. The brazen insult had been done on company paper and on company time, and it should certainly be enough for Coleman's dismissal. Mr. Markham would probally keep him on, though. At times Mr. Markham was entirely too lenient, especially when it came to Perry Coleman, and he'd undoubtedly be just as lenient with other of the ex-convicts at Consolidated Chemicals who might go to work in Plant Engineering as laboratory technicians. Laura didn't believe In hiring supposedly rehabilitated criminals to begin with; and once they were hired, she certainly didn't believe in coddling them.

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