Roughus

Amy knew the score. She'd done far worse things to get a good story and this story was flavour of the month with the Editor. Rufus was a fit, good-looking lad, so why not enjoy it?

Great in theory, but Rufus's pent up frustration was such that his erection was straining away at the leash. He pounced, despite his pact with Mac2 to be gentle. What did Mac2 know about sexual frustration?

That's not grief, she thought, there's more to Rufus than that; he's an animal.

"They should call you Roughus, young man!" Amy complained as he pulled out.