Manny came into work and sat with me for a while, while I worked - Rebecca was away at a funeral. It was nice having him there, we laughed together, we chatted and talked dirty. I felt him up, under the desk, like a teenager. I played with his hard-on, as he stumbled over his words.
I slipped my hand up under his shirt, in the lift and played with his nipples, as I watched his eyes roll back into his head.
"Don't." He pushed my hand away. "I won't be able to go out into the street," he said, with a smile, as he adjusted himself.
I waved him good-bye, in Bourke Street, because while I've got this damn cold sore - did I mention that? - I'll be luvin' myself, for a while.
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