I have sign in issues, again, this morning. I message Tim, the IT guy. He takes a while to respond.
"Sorry, I was in the shower," he finally texts.
Oh, now, Tim, I think. If you don't want me to imagine you naked, (and wet, and slippery) don't encourage me to do so, I think.
Tim has a big beefy butt and thick thighs, his jeans always hug him well, and I can well imagine him all wet and soapy and naked in the shower. I'm sure he'd have a big sausage on him.
"No problem," I text back.
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