Do you have toreflectexactlywhat Ilook like?Asmy girlin the mirrorcan not you… oh, I don’t know…the fogrisesa littleuntil I get backto normal?
I don’ts’poseyou can tellme how Igot home… No, I don’t think, girlyou reallydon’t understand.
Letme think, at leastthe hangoverwas gone.
What time doesnow.4:00?Okayhoursdon’tplay gamestodaywhat is itthen?Hrmph,you don’t do the day you.
I just sawin the bedroom–um …I’m not toosure that Iwant to knowwhat’s going onthere, andI certainly don’tmake all ofmy ownmess.Thank goodnessSebaway;Although Ihave to cleancarefullyonly on the remotechancethat I… um…not alonewhen I get home.AndNOI will not dosomething wrongevenif a guybrought mehome.You knowme better!
You know what?I hate theOffice party.ButI saidyesterday that–or is itthe day before–it doesn’t matterbecause I willsay it again…I hate theOffice party.
I am notready tocommenttheother womanfromkati.I havedressed upfor the partynotto work.Youremember, theblack dresswithcut-outto give youa glimpse of theboobies?Yes,I know it’sa glimpse ofgreat butI can’t helpthat I don’tmakedressesright?Yes, Yes, itis short,we went through allthen …um …that night andI happen to knowthat menfindvery sexynyloncladthigh.I have sowhy notflaunt it?
Andthe pants?Well Ihave been looking forthem andI think I have themsomewhere;I just can’tfind them.Isaid when I chose themthatto hellwith that,if I lostthemthatthere areconsequences.
Gosh,you know what?I think I remembersomethingor anotherright now.Thatafternoon– we’vedrunka lotduring lunchI think.Anywaythat Georgein themaintenance,one witha big belly?Yes,ohgosh,shecorneredmein the basement ofstationary.I honestlycan not doanything.
Well, shecorneredmeas I say.He has a sprig ofmistletoeis nothim and hedid not take theanswerNo.She’s quitecutereallyand ohmy, what a kisser.I was surprised–definitelyalcohol becausenothing,becausesurely Iwill fight, and not justapeckon the lipshe almostateme.Thenmy tonguejust seemstofind its wayintoher mouthand immediatelywekissedlike twoteenagersin love-sick.
Don’tlook at melike that;You know thataftera few drinksmyresistanceis low.However,hehashands likeshovelsandhis fingers, omg;I swearhis middlefingeristhe size of the chickena couple ofmen.ActuallyI am surenowthat hejust pulledmypantiesto the sidewhilethrustingfiguresinme.Yes, it’sjust’causebefore shemade mecuma person comesin theroomand wepretendit was justan innocentKissunder themistletoe.
I still havemy pantswhen I finallyleavethe stationaryspacethough, andGod knowshow,there’sfinallya queueof peopleall want tokiss.It was surprisingthatthewholepantsaftertearingthe sideso often.Whew!Yes,nowmy beautifulpantsslightlywet…soakingactually,ha,ha.
Nowthattakes meback tomy first yearworking forthe company.How much ismy age…I don’t rememberanddon’t care.I am veryglad thatI was invitedto abarbecue partynightlike it wasdoing.But,the detailsare not important, it’swhen I haveageekyguywas revealed tome–as if I needed it.
So,hewanted to lookaroundthe Office.Why,d’eh?He askedto seemy Office, andI showmywork inpublicofficesbut did notdelayand askto seemy desk.Idiot!I say thatthe table istable.Not ifa girlfuckedon the deskof his ownhe said.
Isaidno way,no chance,get lost.
Oh my God,he did it, hereallyfuckedme atmy owndesk, canyou believe it?I almostpoopedmy pantswhensomeone comesinto the roombut quickthinkingI pulledmyclotheson my face, I’m sureI’m notrecognized.
Soother womenwho area littlecoldfor mefor agesafter, justjealousI guess.Orthey don’t likeblondeattract.
Back to–when?Wait;Let me seethe kitchencalendar.
It did not helpbutradiodidaWeekand…gulp, ha, ha.SEBis hometomorrow andI have somuch to do, andmyhangoveris… well…actually, it wasstill hanging-over.
Not long afterI am backin the Officecommon–lookblackfromall the women-thantime