I give him a deadly glare. He is enjoying playing the jerk, and this early morning? I can't handle it. I simply have a lot on my mind and am wise enough to entertain him. "For someone who is on their way to work, you are being quite dirty. You don't want to enter your workplace with a bulge in your pants that will draw everyone's attention to it, do you?"
"Not when you can calm that beast in a flash, and I will walk into my office feeling so fresh."
Unbelievable! Arguing with him is useless. "Mr. Almeda, get your ass up, and let's go already," I mumble, standing up.
"To the couch, or my bedroom, or should I follow you to the kitchen? Wait, we haven't tried your room, or just here."
He is just so impossibly annoying when he turns on this mood, goodness! "To your car, you jerk!" I mutter
