Motosicle I get to the office at 930 today. It's a glorious summer morning, and I'm wearing a light floral print summer dress. I had decided to take my time this morning, and to walk around near the river, to listen to the birds and feel the morning sun on my face. It's nice that Sherry, my receptionist, has made coffee, and I pour a cup. Anything urgent? I ask her.
Nothing yet she replies. You're showing Hillside to the Parkers at 11.
Thanks, I guess I'll check my email and get things ready. I click the door shut to my office, and fire up the computer. Taking a sip of coffee, I notice an email from Michael. He's an ex boyfriend who stays in touch. We weren't particularly compatible, but we always had great sex and now he sends me dirty emails that always have a way of improving my mood. He's attached a photo of his chest and stomach, with just a peek at the beginning of his penis, leaving the rest to my imagination. His chest is hairy, and there's a trail of hair winding down his stomach to his pubes. He's not necessarily what you'd classify as fit, but I still think he's sexy as hell.