Where was “Cassius”, for Christ’s sake. I prowled the foyer for over an hour, like a bitch on heat. Then, suddenly, a tap on my shoulder. There ...e was. “Oh, hello,” I sort of stammered. “I didn’t mean to startle you, I’m sorry. Would you care to join me for a drink ?” he asked.“Not here.” I replied. “Let me go change, I’ll only be a few minutes”.“I’ll see you down in the car park” he whispered. I raced to the room. Quick change. Black underwear, he’ll like the contrast with my white bitch. ” My knees started to give way as I started to fall…”lay on me. I’ll hold you,” she offered. I collapsed onto her chest into her strong arms and felt her feet on my buttocks, keeping me in place. I lay there for who knows, 20 seconds, 2 minutes, I don’t remember. I opened my eyes as I felt my no longer a rookie love rod slowly limbering, still feebly trying to send more goo out its conduit. As I looked to my right I observed a now flattened breast resting on her upper arm, its nipple. "I've been OK" I answered. "Pretty busy with work lately and haven't had much free time. But good otherwise...How are you?" "I'm doing well. I wasn't sure I'd hear from you again... I've been thinking about you. I thought I saw you downtown the other day, but realized it wasn't you when I noticed he wasn't as tall as you." She paused for a second and changed subjects. "I'm really glad you called!... I was fantasizing about you just the other day." Really?" I asked. "How so?" You were pounding. She very firmly rebuffed everyone who made a pass at her and seldom even conversed for more than a minute with any of the men. It was well-known that she had a boyfriend. And if she was going to get chummy with anyone in the office, it certainly wasn't going to be an account executive 15 years her senior.With a sigh, I returned to sorting receipts and tried not to think about Olivia going down on me, going down on Olivia, licking her breasts... Mondays are the worst at some offices. At others,.