His prominent forehead beaded with perspiration, his brows knit and lips clamped together in concentration, he waited for the right moment to come. When it did, his toes curled up, his hands fisting on his side as he pushed hard.
Poooooooooooooot…
The sound reverberated in the room just as an undesirable smell permeated the air, and yet he didn’t mind. In fact, he actually smiled. At last the gas that’s been giving him pain since a couple of hours ago after talking to someone who made him really nervous was finally out of his system.
“Ah, that feels good,” he groaned in approval just as the phone on the table rang.
The blinking button told him it was his personal line and so he rolled his eyes heavenwards all the while praying it wasn’t his big boss calling him again. He didn’t want to
