Editing The Amorous Adventures of Factol Hashkar (section)

== The Fourth Adventure == 
Becky gasped.

"It's so big!" she cried, as Hashkar thrust his rod towards her. "And hard!"

"And immovable, I see," she added once Hashkar pressed the button and stepped back.

After a period of silence, she felt compelled to say something.

"So why have I been summoned, Factol Hashkar, sir?"

Hashkar returned his attention to her. "Oh, I do apologise. I have been quite busy all morning and I just thought of the solution to an equation I have been pondering. I would like you to do something about my rod?"

"Your rod?" Becky ran her fingers along Hashkar's rod. It was long and black and quite hard. She grasped it and tugged to make sure it was immovable. Yep.

Hashkar nodded. "I requested an immovable rod as an aid for holding books within my office. However, it has not been made to my specifications. I fear there has been a mix-up. It is at least an inch too short, and of entirely the wrong material. I requested adamantium."

"Ah," Becky said, understanding dawning. "You would like me to make your rod longer and harder, sir?"

"Yes. And polish it, if you would."

Becky nodded, touched the tip of the rod, and took the now movable rod in her hands.

Hashkar gestured to a nearby file. "Here is all the necessary documentation. Copies of my request, receipts, forms, et cetera. You will need to obtain the relevant forms to process this downstairs, of course."

Becky rubbed Hashkar's rod idly and nodded. "Yes, sir!"

She left happily. After all, not many young, nubile female namers like her got a chance to work directly for the factol. At this rate she could be a factotum in a month!

In his office, Hashkar considered removing his pants. This was because he had accidentally spilled some coffee on them earlier.

After careful analysis, he decided to change his socks as well.