Prelude; Summer 2010, The office. Every day.
It’s my boss. She keeps looking at my arms when I roll my sleeves up……oh there we go, now she’s at it again, touching them. Unfortunately her touching me is making me feel like rolling the sleeves back down. See my ambitions for climbing the corporate ladder definitely don’t involve sleeping my way to the top if I have to go through her!
If she knew how to build forearms I reckon she’d be using them to grab me, so it’s a good job
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