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May 14, 2007
I thought I would sink through the floor when he shouted across the office, "I hope you find your pussy!”

He always meant well, but never really thought before he spoke. Sometimes he made me laugh, but sometimes, like right then, he made me blush.

“Gee, thanks Gary.”

I thought I could make it out of the office safely then, until he yelled again, “If you can’t find your pussy on your own, I’ll come after work and give you a hand with it. Its better with more people anyway.”

After that, melting into the floor wouldn’t have been enough.