Late In the Office With My Older Boss [M21/F39] [College Student] [Older Woman] [Slow Burn] [Passionate]

[Note: This starts slow. If you’re not into that and want to jump to the action, I made a break point with “—” to indicate where the action picks up. Feel free to jump ahead if the pace is too slow.]

“Good afternoon” I say to the security guards as I make my way to the elevator and on to the upper floors of the building. The guards wave back and say something, but I have my headphones in so I just smile in response. I look down at my phone. It’s 3pm and they’re probably just about to head home from their shift.

It might sounds strange walking into work at 3pm, but I didn’t work a 9-5 gig. I actually wasn’t even supposed to be here today. I’m a part-time intern here, originally picking up this job a few years ago during my summer break as a way to get some extra pocket change. It was a short walk from my college campus and I had very flexible hours. The work was actually pretty easy and most of the time I listened to music until I finally had something to do. All-in-all, it wasn’t a bad job.

I typically sat in the middle of a small cube farm where most of the normal employees sat. Those who weren’t important enough for an office. The only upside was that I wasn’t a normal employee. I reported directly to my boss who only had a team of me and her. This meant I could always find a reprieve from the mindless droning of office life by hanging out in her office.

My boss, Sara, was pretty for an older woman. Being frank, not everyone in the world is a “Top Model” so when you get a chance to work with someone you find attractive it tends to accentuate the positive. Being a mother pushing close to 40, she might not have had a celebrity build, but she had features about her that definitely kept me looking. Needless to say, I wasn’t complaining for a hormone-filled 20-something.

Normally I’d be leaving the office at 3pm so today was a little unique. Sara asked me to come in later today since today was the day one of her little pet projects was going live and she wanted me around tonight to help make sure everything went smoothly. Honestly, there wasn’t much of a chance for things to go wrong. We hired a separate firm to handle everything so there wasn’t much for us to do other then sit and wait. I think she just needed someone around so she didn’t freak out over any small details. I really didn’t mind. Some extra cash never hurt and I could probably use this as an excuse to skip my night class.

I was just browsing the web when Sara had passed and she waved me into her office. I locked my computer and followed her in.

“Good afternoon, ma’am” 90% of the job here is just being respectful to people. Do that and they’ll leave you alone or at least not question the existence of your job.

“Haha.. Hello, Mark.” Sara hated when I was formal with her. She told me this. I just liked to say “ma’am” to her since I knew it’d make her laugh. I also secretly found it a little hot, but she didn’t need to know that part.

“Big day, huh?” I say plopping down in the chair across from her desk.

Sara plopped the stack of folders she was carrying on her desk. I can tell she was already exhausted from today and she was going to have a late night. “Yeah. It has been. We’re not even out the door with this thing and they’re already working on phase 2.” Looking over at her calendar hanging on the wall. “Somewhere on there is a block of days free that I need to just take.”

I laugh. My concept of time-off is a little skewed. In college they force you to take large batches of time off. At work, you have to fight for each day. It doesn’t really register with me the toll of never taking a vacation for two years straight has on her. I just assumed she liked working.

“Yeah..” I finally respond noticing she’s starting to daydream of warm beaches and soft sand. “Once this is all over you’ll have to book a one-way to a warm island with the family. Pack the bikini and toss the phone.”

She bursts out laughing using her hand to cover her mouth. I guess I said something very funny? As she calms down she sees I’m a little confused. “Firstly, nothing is relaxing on a family vacation. Secondly, there are no bikinis for this.” She motions to herself.

Seeing as how this is my first job, I’m unsure where the line between my boss and I stand. I know we’ve joked in the past on topics that might be a little “risqué”, but it’s never been anything close to sexual. I knew the bikini joke was safe, but arguing that I’d pay to see her in a bikini might be a few steps over the line. I just let that comment slide, “I guess you’ll need to just run away alone. Anyways, you’ll have plenty of time to plan all that after today. Anything you need me to do?”

Sara lays down a below-average day for me. Only a handful of tasks we need to wrap up. It seems like I’m just here for the moral support. It’s fine. I have some TV to catch up on anyways.

We finish our small-talk. I head back to my desk and within the next few hours Sara has ventured back and forth between meetings. I finished my work early and already had my headphones in focused on the show. Sara usually knew I finished my work quick so she didn’t mind that I just watched TV. It kept me around whenever she needed me.

As the end of day rolls around people start to file out of the office. Soon the light outside the windows fades away and only a few lights in some of the offices remain on. Sara’s is one of them.

I finish an episode and look around. I’ve never seen an office empty at night. I always thought it’d be spooky, but instead it’s really just depressing. Like a reminder you’re still working when the world is relaxing. How do people live like this?

I queue up another episode and look over at Sara’s office. I see her pouring over her monitor. A look of shock on her face. “This can’t be good.” I say to myself and hit the pause button. I pop out my headphones and walk to the door of her office. “Hey, everything ok?”

“Fuck!” She says to her monitor and looks at me. “These idiots fucked it up. They had one damn job! I did all those work and they had just one damn job! Why is this happening?”

I try desperately to understand what is happening, but Sara seems to have lost it a little and doesn’t respond to my questions. I finally decide to just walk around to her side of the desk and take a peek.

Skimming through the email I nearly slam my hand to my face. All this thing is saying is things got delayed by an hour due to some un-foreseen issues. Honestly, this thing could get delayed by a whole day and we’d still be fine. I can tell that Sara’s just upset that things aren’t running smoothly. It’s her first big project and I can understand her nerves, but no one in the history ever had a plan go smoothly.

“Oh, calm down. See. They’re already back on track. There’s nothing to be worried about.” I look down at Sara hoping to see a re-assured face breathing a sigh of relief, but instead I can see a pool of water forming along her eye-lids. “Oh, god.” my thoughts begin, “she’s losing it.”

Luckily, I know that Sara has a few bottle of wine in a box in the corner. Before you judge, it’s not like that. She got them as a gift from the company and she’s never been one to want alcohol in her home. They’ve actually been collecting dust for the past year. I’ve been meaning to suggest she give them to me, but I can now see they had a destiny.

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“Hold on a second!” I tell her as I exit the room, returning a few moments later with small cheap plastic cups from the water cooler. I walk past her and pull out the first bottle I see. It’s red. That’s all I care about as a 20-something with an unrefined pallet for alcohol.

“Oh, no. We can’t open that!” Sara makes a feeble attempt to counter me, but her nerves don’t leave her in a state to put up a good argument.

“No one is even around! We’re celebrating a successful launch! You need this. I need this. Case over.” I pour us each a glass and settle into the chair across from her.

“Are you allowed to drink?” She asks mockingly as she takes her first sip. The sweet gesture from me and taste of wine seems to be helping her snap back to reality.

“Haha!” I respond. We remain quiet for a little bit. I know I just need to let her think for a little. Sara was a bright woman. She just got worked up over something small. It happens. She’d realize that soon enough.

“Thanks.” She finally says to me as she takes another sip.

“Isn’t that why I’m here? To solve problems that come up.” I raise my glass. “Problem solved.”

She laughs at this. “Yeah, I knew something like this might happen. I was worried I’d be so lost in it all that I’d need someone to keep me focused.”

We decide to talk, working through the project so that I can re-assure her that everything is still running smoothly and we left plenty of wiggle room for anything to come up. I can tell she agreed. Maybe she just needed someone else to say it.

“You’re right. I’m just a little too high strung. You never realize how sometimes a break really can make a big difference.” she finally offers up.

“Well like I said, pop open that travel site and find the island that is calling your name the most.” I counter.

“If only it were that simple. I’d have to find a kid friendly place. The packing. The planning. It’s worse than work!”

“Well maybe it’s time to do a girls trip? Those are less stressful and you can get your friends to plan it.”

“Ugh, I wish!” She laughs a little. Then stares into her screen a little. “We used to have some fun times but everyone grows older and you start to lose touch.”

Not wanting to go down a depressing rabbit hole I try to maneuver back to the positive, “Well that settles it. Solo trip! That’s even better. No one to complain about sleeping until 1pm on vacation. You just hang out by the pool and do whatever you’d like.”

“Oh yeah? Being able to enjoy some piece and quiet would be amazing.”

“Ok. So what island do you like?”

She looks at me and her eyes scrunch a bit, “Oh. You are serious? You think I’d do fine on an island by myself. That’s a dream!”

I’m not really in-tune to how her home life is. We’ve talked about it a lot, but I never assumed something like a solo trip was out of the possibility. I’m not sure if it’s my naivety of the modern family, or she’s just never tried to make it happen.

“Why not? I mean. Maybe you can’t take a month off, but you deserve a week to decompress. You did great work here. I’m sure everyone would agree with me.”

“I’d die of embarrassment when people catch on that I’m there by myself. This old woman trying to live the island life.” I can see she slightly blushes. She must be thinking of people whispering about her there all alone.

I’m confused though, “You think people would laugh at you if they knew you were alone?”

“Yes!” She blurts out, like the answer was obvious. “You wouldn’t laugh at me wandering around this resort alone, completely out of place?”

“What?! No!”

“You mean if you saw me at the same resort of you, you wouldn’t think I was out of place?”

I’m incredulous at the notion. “No! Not at all.” I pause. “I don’t know..” I start.

“See! You probably would.” Sara interrupts.

“No. That’s not what I mean. I meant…” I slightly blush. Why did I drink? I was two glasses in and feeling it. I wasn’t drunk, but my lips were loose.

She stares intensely at me. A confused look on her face. “What did you mean?”

I feel like a game show has now appears before. The announcer in my heads points to two doors before me. “Mark, you have two choices: Option 1: ‘Change The Topic!’ This can’t lead anywhere good. Telling your boss what’s really on your mind is the number one way to get yourself fired. Or Option 2, ‘Go For It!’ Maybe she’s flattered and appreciates the honesty. Besides, it’s not like this job was your career. So Mark, which door do you choose?”

I can hear the studio audience in my head shouting at me. “Option 1” “Don’t be an idiot!” “Door 1”.

Despite their screams I hear a louder voice coming from deeper inside me. Somewhere in the pants region screaming “Option 2”! Maybe it was the wine, but I liked this voice better.

“I just mean that if I saw you at the hotel walking around the pool or at the bar I wouldn’t laugh at you.”

“I’d be surprised if you even notice me.” She mocks.

I know this was the wine and also my frustration of hearing her think the opposite of what I really felt. It might have also been the hormones a little, but I lost my filter and blurt, “Oh come on. You’re hot. Of course I’d notice you!”

To say I regretted my comment was an understatement. I don’t know what made me choose the word “hot” and to openly say it to my boss. I already know that I’ve crossed the line, and now all I can do is start to backtrack my comment.

“Oh my god. I’m so sorry! That was very inappropriate and unprofessional. I’m sorry for offending you.”

I can tell by the movement of the wine in her glass that her hand was starting to shake. “You think I’m hot?” She asks. I can’t tell if this is a trap, but the way she says it is not in a offended tone. It sounds like she’s genuinely asking.

Well, I’m already fired. I might as well try to explain myself, “Ugh, of course. I’m in my 20’s. You’re a gorgeous older woman with a great figure. What do you think I’m going to do? If I knew you were alone I’d be buying you a drink.”

Sara sets her drink down in front of her. I can tell her hands are shaking more and she’s trying her best to hide it. She crosses her arms on her desk and leans forward a bit. “Ok, so you bought me a drink.” She motions to the two glasses of wine in front of us. “Now what?”

“Are you serious?!” I shout in my mind. Is she really putting me on the spot like this? An alert goes off in my mind. Everyone to their battle stations.

“We’d chat. About… whatever? It’s vacation, so maybe you don’t want to delve too deep into what you do for a living…”

“I wouldn’t..” she interrupts. A small smile forms on her lips.

“We’d talk about life. Dreams. How beautiful the island was. How good the food was. Places to see. Share stories of our trip. Just a fun night. I’d make you laugh. I’d get see your smile.”

A smile shoots across her lips faster than a crack across glass. She catches herself by biting her lip and looking up at the ceiling for a moment. “I know. You’re a funny guy. Part of why I wanted you here. You do a great job of cheering someone up.” She looks back at me. She finally gives up and lets a small smile form.

Looking across her desk at her and seeing how she melts like like putty at my comments gets my blood flowing a bit. My concern over my employment starts to fade, and I get more comfortable.

“Thanks. And yeah. If I saw you alone on a tropical island I’d hope I ran into early on in your trip. Maybe we could keep meeting at the bar at the end of the day and just chat. You’d still get your solo trip, but you’d also get some company if you wanted it.”

“And what if I wanted company on an excursion. Maybe I planned to leave the resort and wanted someone just to keep safe with?” She asks, her eyes now teasing me. I can tell that question made her nervous to ask.

“Of course. If you’d like the company.” I offer to her.

“And what if the bar closes early?” I can tell she was even more nervous to ask this.

“Well it’s a resort. We can take our drinks and find some sand to listen to the waves as we talk into the night.”

“Or my room?” I can see she’s hiding the fact that her hands are in a balled fist fighting from shaking.

“Sitting in your room, staring out into the night sky? Sipping our drinks?”

She nods, agreeing with me on the scene.

“Well, of course.”

She stays silent for a bit, just looking at the drinks. I wonder if she’s processing all that’s going on or starting to regret going down this line of thinking. She finally sits back in her chair and turns.

“Well there is the night sky.” She motions out her window to the darkened sky. She reaches for her glass without looking away from the window. “I can almost imagine it.” She closes her eyes.

I look at her. Seeing her there, in the moment. I know I shouldn’t, but if there ever was a time…

I stand from my chair and walk behind hers, placing my hands on her shoulders. I begin to run my fingertips across her shoulders and over her neck. I hear her let out a soft sigh. From the reflection in the window I can see she still has her eyes closed.

I begin to massage her shoulders and neck. It’s slightly difficult with the suit jacket she’s still wearing, but my fingers feel her the soft skin of her neck. I can see she’s lost in the touches.

I spin her chair around to face me and she finally opens her eyes. I wasn’t expecting the look on her face. She had always been the much older woman that I secretly idolized. Now her face looked at me like she was my equal. Or worse. Looking desperately at me. Hoping I’ll be gentle with her.

I lean over and kiss her lips. Her eyes close again as she parts them, waiting for another kiss. As our lips meet again her hand reaches up and holds my cheek. I wrap my hand around her head as she keeps kissing and gently pull her a little closer to me. We kiss harder. I can feel the build up of all those times I saw her. Secretly wanting to have some fun with her.

I had always fantasized about getting her down on her knees. Making her take me into her mouth and letting me coat her face with everything I had held inside, but in this moment there’s I just want to see her pleased. While we kiss my hands start to work over her blouse, slowly undoing each button on it. When I hit halfway I break away from kissing her lips and begin to trail down her body. My lips soon catch up to my hands as I reach the final buttons. Her head tilts back as my kisses continue.

I open her shirt to finally see the her large tits cupped in her bra. It’s definitely not lacey, but the ornate pattern shows that she’s not someone to wear a plain bra even when she’s not expecting anyone to see it. Her eyes open a moment to see what I’m doing. I stand before her, taking in the sight.

She’s worried I might have second thoughts now that her top is open, but she can see from the bulge in my pants that I’m very excited by the sight. “Wow.” I let out. “You’re hotter than I fantasized.” I kneel before her and begin kissing down her body again as my hands work to unbutton her pants.

“You fantasize about me?” She asks. I guess she thought this was all just wine and hormones talking to her. She never expected that I’ve been having dirty thoughts about her ever since I started working for her.

I kneel and pull her pants down so see her cute little white panties in front of me. These aren’t as ornate as the bra, but they match. She must have put a lot of thought into her outfit. I look up at her when she asks her question and give a cheeky smile, “A lot.” is all I say as I begin to kiss up her legs.

“Oh!” she lets out almost hopping a bit out of her chair, the feeling of my lips sending a shock up her body. I can see she wasn’t expecting a night like this. I’m not sure if she’s always had a crush on me or just haven’t felt such passion from someone who’s told her she’s hot. I can see how eager she is to feel me kissing her skin. Her hands make their way to her chest as she watches with amazement and anticipation as my lips travel further up her thigh.

I leave one final kiss on her panties and her one hand grips the arm of her chair tight. Her knuckles whiten as her other hand slides over her body. I pull aside her panties and clothes my eyes. Wanting to enjoy the taste of my first lick between her lips.

“Oh god, Mark.” whispers out her lips as she feels my tongue slide between her slit. I feel how wet she is.

“Mmm…” I let out as the taste of her mixes in my mouth. I love it. Hearing her breath harder with each lick and each kiss. Hearing her moan. It’s exciting.

Each time I hear her moan it encourages me to go wilder. I can feel the passion in my body turning into excitement and eagerness. I had completely lost focus on whether we were still the only ones in the office, but none of that matter. I’ll lose my job if I have to, but I can’t stop. I need desperately to make her shake in her cum.

“Use your fingers, Mark. Oh god, lick me and finger me.” I hear her whisper out. I hope to god everyone is gone.

I slide my fingers inside her. One finger to start, but when I feel how dripping wet she is I know I can easily slide a second in. My fingers thrusting into her as I lick her.

Sara has her bra pulled down and I finally get a look at her large tits. I can she her teasing her nipple with her finger as my tongue keeps flicking her clit. Each time my tongue and her clit touch she jumps. I lose myself in the moment, looking up at her teasing her chest while my tongue and finger work her pussy.

All of this drives me wild. I pick up speed and work through the pain of the awkward angle I’m sitting. I barely even notice it as the sight of this gorgeous woman going crazy from my tongue is all I care about at this moment.

I soon start to hear her echo out, “Oh yes, oh yes. Right there. Right there. Keep going.” as my tongue struck the perfect spots. Her other hand loosens its grip on the chair and forces my head between her legs. She holds me so hard that it’s difficult to lick her without discomfort, but I don’t want to stop. I want to hear her cum so I work through the pain. She finally moans, “I’m going to cum. Keep going. Please.”

Hear the words “Please” being uttered from my boss pushes me into overdrive. I ride her orgasm as I continue to lick her. She lets out a loud “Yes!”. She begins to feel an orgasm washing over her body. “Oh, god, yes.” She breathes harder and harder. She finally has to grab my head to stop me as the sensation is too much.

“Oh god.. yes.” She says as she collapses into her chair. Her eyes close. Her hands continue to trail over her body. The biggest grin spreads across her face. Silence passes.

“I knew it was a good idea to ask you to stay.” She finally breaks the silence.

“Of course. Always here to help. Anytime you want.” I wink at her. I stand up and make my way back to my chair.

“Hey! Where are you going?”

I turn, “To sit?”

“Oh no. Come here!” she crooks here finger beckoning me close. I return to my spot before her. She reaches to my bulge. “You think I wasn’t going to suck you?” Her openness shocks me. Being so shy from before, she now seemed a lot more relax and enjoying the moment. I jumped at the feeling of her hand grabbing me. “Do you want me to?” She asks, realizing I might have been walking away for a reason.

“Oh, fuck yeah. Sorry. I just got caught up in everything. I nearly forgot.” Her hands starts to massage me. “Damn, that’s so good.”

She smiles, bites her lips. “Let me see it.”

I’m a little nervous, but I unzip my pants. It feels like I’m not moving fast enough, because Sara reaches inside before I get a chance to pull it out.

“Wow.” She says taking it into her hands. Starting to rub it between her fingers. “You know, I had a dream once of touching you.”

“Wait, what?” I said, the feeling of my bosses soft hands working over my cock was better than any fantasy I’ve ever had. Hearing her confession is getting to be too much. A man can only take so much excitement.

“That’s for another day. Maybe a story for over drinks. The dream didn’t do you justice.” She looks up at me. “Did your fantasies compare to this?”

Her gentle and slow massage is driving me wild. I know that my fantasies were insane, but nothing could compare to the real thing. “This is so much better.” I say, “You think your fantasies are always going to be insane. Watching your boss going down on you. It’s nothing compared to the real thing.”

Sara blushes a little. “You’re such a sweetheart.” She looks up with me with playful eyes. “What do I do?”

“In my fantasies?”

She nods. She bites her lip. Leaning forward to my cock, but not letting me get away that easily. She only continues to massage it. Keeping it hard.

“They’re a lot like this. You in your office touching me.”

“Sucking you?”

“Yes.”

“On my knees?”

“Umm, well yes.”

She slides out of her chair and down to the floor. My cock inches from her face, but she still keeps her playful gaze looking up at me. “Like this?”

“God. Yes.”

“What next?”

“You suck me.”

“No I don’t.”

“What?” I ask.

“No 21 year old fantasizes about a woman just sucking him. There’s a scene to it, right? I don’t just plop it in my mouth.”

“Well.. no.”

“So what next?”

“You usually lick it.”

I didn’t expect her to just jump in, but her tongue reaches out to the base of my cock and travels up to the head in one long lick.

“Sara!” I gasp out. Her tongue sends shivers down my spine.

“Mark!” she teases back.

“Fuck!” I let out as I try to regain control.

She smirks, “Feels good when someone you fantasize about licks you, doesn’t it?” She grins back at me.

I nod. I can’t respond.

“What’s next?”

“You usually tell me how good it tastes. Licking it. You tell me you want it.”

“Oh, this is an easy one. It does taste good. I really does, Mark. I thought I wanted to taste your cock, but I didn’t expect it’d look this nice.” She runs her tongue over it again. Licking it up and down. Teasing in certain spots. Teasing my head. “Mmm, Mark. I want to suck you. Tell me I suck you and don’t just tease you.”

“Yes.” I let out. Short of breath as my heart is pumping from how hot this moment is. I try to calm myself and begin, “You do suck it. And just say things in general..”

“Like?” She goes back to licking.

“Just things.” She can tell I’m so nervous. I know we’re past the point of being shy, but telling someone your fantasies is deeply personal. Especially when it’s about them.

“Like ‘I love how it tastes’?”

I nod.

“Like ‘I love feeling you in my mouth’?”

I nod. A soft sigh leaves my lips as she takes the head of it in her mouth and runs her tongue in circles around it.

She stops again, “Like ‘I want you to cum for me’?”

I nod faster.

“Like ‘I want you to cum all over me’?”

I freeze. The sound of her saying ‘cum all over me’ makes me actually shiver. I can’t even nod. My body is so frozen. She feels my cock pulse in her hand and my shiver is so intense she can see my body shake.

“Oh?” A big smile crosses my face. “Is THAT what you think about?”

I don’t move. I’m so afraid I’m giving myself away and the thought that my boss knows I imagine blowing my load all over her has me so embarrassed.

“You imagine me calling you into my office. Telling you, ‘Shut the door and come here.’ Seeing your boss kneeling on the floor before you. Begging for your cock. No…not just begging for you cock, but begging for your cum. That’s what you imagine?”

I shut my eyes tight. I’m so ashamed, but I nod.

Sara lets out a giggle. “Oh, Mark. Look at me.”

I shake my head no. I’m so embarrassed. She’s going to think I’m the biggest pervert.

“Mark..” she says sweetly and softly. “Please, look at me.”

I relent, opening my eyes and looking down on her. Helplessly.

“Mark.. ” her hand continues to massage my cock, but her other hand reaches up and brushes her cheek. “Will you please cover cum all over my face?” My heart nearly stops. Her fingers trail down her cheeks to her lips, “Coating my lips with your warm, delicious, cum?” her hands trailed down her chin. “dripping..” her hand finishes it’s slide to her tits, “all over my chest?”

“Fuck.” Is all I can say. Her eyes look back at me. I know she’s putting on a show, but her eyes really do look like their begging for my cum. She leans forward to my cock and begins to lick and suck it again.

She continues to suck, lick, and stroke me while pausing to talk:

“Mark. Your cock feels so good in my mouth.”

I grip the side of the desk. Her words making my knees weak.

“I love how it feels on my tongue. The taste of your pre-cum is such a treat.”

I’m still unable to talk.

“I’m so lucky to have an employee like you. Someone who works so hard to make my life better. I only ask one more thing of you. Will you please cum for you boss? Please, Mark? I need your hot cum on my body.”

She can see this gets to me. My cock pulses, my ball are tightening.

“Yes, Mark! Cum for me! I need you, dear. I need to feel it! Coat your boss with cum. Make me a dirty mess!”

At the sound of her words I can’t take it anymore. “Fuck!” I shout as I finally lose it. And just as she said, ropes of it land over her face, onto her lips, and down to her chin. Other spurts land over her suit top and down on her blouse and tits. Like an explosion of all my cum coating her.

“Yes, Mark. Fuck yes.” Sara lets out as she keeps stroking me making sure everything is drained from me.

Looking down at her. Seeing her face smiling up at me. She gives my cock one last kiss after it’s been completely drained. “God, that was fun.”

I end up back in my chair with my cock still out. I’m so drained from how hot that felt that I need a moment to recoup. “Yes, that was amazing.”

She smiles again at me. She looks down at my cock and then back up at my face twisted from my orgasm. “Maybe.. I can’t take a vacation, but maybe.. we can pretend I can again?” She looks at me.

I smile back at her. “Oh yes.”

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