Jamey
Meadow was avoiding me.
Last night, we both lost our self-control and had a moment of weakness.
An incredible moment of weakness. I came fast but she came faster, that was my saving Grace. I tossed and turned all night, thinking about her body, haunted by her moans.
I couldn’t think straight.
I ate faster than usual, got ready faster than usual, even drove faster than usual.
Just to see her.
So you could imagine my anger when the head of HR comes to tell me meadow called in sick?
Sick? Was she indirectly telling me my d**k made her sick?
Fuck no.
She was avoiding me, but that would be pretty hard to do since we literally work in the same f*****g office.
She was being immature.
Sitting at my desk admiring the skyline, I couldn’t get work done.
I should call off the
