This is another one of those “time to kill at work” drabbles. I like it, though.

"Jack Acid Test"

By Joseph Manno

"I gotta go,” stammered the cadet.

“Wait…!”

He never glanced back.

Arkin Jora shut the door, let loose with an exasperated growl, then rounded on her—and his—tormentor.

“Why do you do that to everyone I bring here?” she wailed.

Her roommate barely glanced up from a vintage copy of The Jungle Book.

“I don’t do it to everyone—just the pigs.”

“Pig? What was wrong with him?” Jora demanded. “After an evisceration like that, he’ll probably never get an erection again!”

“Good.”

Parihn met her eyes.

“Jora… find one that leers at you—not me.

“Him I’ll like.”