s*x is not the answer. s*x is the question. 'Yes' is the answer.
I laughed at the obscene but yet true quote that Terra left on my desk earlier today. Her desperate antics to get me laid are getting out of control. I think she would hire a male escort if it meant my s****l needs would be satisfied.
It was the last day of the work week and I was ready to go home. I picked up my things and locked up my office.
I couldn't help sneak a glance toward Mr. Waterman's office door. His silent, unoccupied office was shut down and off limits until his return from his trip.
I couldn't stop thinking about him now. How he read me like an open book that day in the parking garage. That obvious huh?
I said my goodbye's to a few lingering employees before I left the building and proceeded through the p
