Back in the Office
“So how was your weekend?” Becky mocks, bringing to mind my feeble early attempts to initiate small talk and get to know her better.
“Can we... ah... talk sometime?”
She smirks. Though her office is enclosed, the door is open and there are ears. By now, that there is a relationship is apparent to many of her underlings. Obviously the details of the quirkiness are not. And to close the door would really bring the gossip to a boil.
“Talk about what, Ryan? Splattering your spunk allover your bathroom sink, pleasing yourself while a woman watches.”
For those words, gratefully Becky leans forward, speaking sotto voce.
“I think you like taking direction from a woman ... coming on cue like that.”
I blush. The shame, recalling such in the austere office environment, bring
