“I walked in on two interns getting it on in the washroom today,” Amelia said, shaking her head. “I’ve gotta say.. if you’re going to do that, at least go into a stall, or a lockable supply closet. Right there in the open though? That would not be my first choice.” She paused. “I mean, I was not that stupid when I was an intern. I was never that stupid, period. Not even back in my tumor days when I had very little impulse control. Even if that kind of open space gives you a thrill, it’s not the best idea. Go to a forest or a store’s changing room.”













