...that girls gotta wild thong goin.
...here we go again...our daily flirt gig...she walks toward me with her head down, eyes staring up... I shuffle towards her with a glazed look and a cheshire smile...as we pass in the hallway I knod, she knods and we both split an order of intimate thoughts and then it's over... My it's amazing how the human psych-ee can perform within itself to allow a brief momentary mental interlude between two lives that pass in the routine of a daily quest for recognition...(he walks to his office and grabs a glass of water from the left of his computer...takes a big drink and then sits down to relish the thought of his hallway relationship.)
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