Campbell pursed his lips, cocking an eyebrow at her. If this wasn't PMS, nothing was. "Because guys find it attractive. It's the thrill of it. That's why they make them," he said with a wave of his hand. "I was logged to take the car last night and I did. Frank and I went for a drink, some drunk floozy - hence the butt floss - was all over him. I had a headache, didn't feel that well." He took the sugar monitor out of his pocket and waved it at her for emphasis. "I got a cab home. He stayed sober to bring the car back to HQ for me. Obviously, he didn't bring it straight back."

He screwed his nose up. "I can't believe you would think I would fuck Frank, of all people!" he snorted.