A friend and I were en route to one of the lovely House dining cafeterias on a lazy friday afternoon. Descending one floor, the elevator opened. Enter: one male intern, and one female intern. You can tell where this is going.
Straight from a Hemingway novel, the doors closed, and their hearts opened. Mind you, there are three staffers in this Rayburn elevator (including myself). But nevermind those working professionals...these interns are hot for each other, and soon enough they were making out like Al and Tipper.
C'mon people...the elevators are not a Motel 6, they're at the very least a Holiday Inn Express. Please show a little respect.
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