A few years back a job I was at had made a lot of new hire. One was a receptionist/office manager I’ll call Lindy. She was about 5’6, long red hair, gorgeous green eyes, great curves, and plenty to enjoy in the chest. After several months of annoyances and more than usual office drama we started chatting more and more on Skype to complain and just shoot the proverbial shit.
At the end of one long and frustrating week I joked about wanting to take out my stress on something jokingly. She replied, “You should fuck something.” I stared at my screen for a few minutes in shock, we had never gone that route in our casual chats for sure. Then she quickly replied “Sorry, that was wrong. I haven’t had time to enjoy myself lately.” We had both been working on shipments and logistics for something coming up and her hours were not being kind to her.
“If I didn’t have a ring on my finger I would gladly offer to solve that problem,” I joked knowing nothing about her and not wanting to reveal my scoundrel ways and intentions in the past (See My History).