He showered and dressed and stopped at the grocery store for a bouquet of cheap flowers because he didn't want to show up empty handed. He had no idea...what to expect from her. He knew that she didn't find him attractive. She deserved a real man. He wasn't a real man. Real men are assertive and confident; they aren't warped masochists who get off on extreme pain. Real men are suave alpha males who dominate women not pain pigs who live from paycheck to paycheck just to keep their heads above. I was too much of a realist to see her romantically, or sexually, or in any other way but as a work buddy. Fantasy about her was stupid. At the end of our shift, we were told to dress for work in the plant the next night. We talked in the parking lot for a few minutes before driving home. The next afternoon, she appeared at the time-clock in a dressy blouse and a skirt. I wore cut-offs and a t-shirt, a bandanna in my pocket to make into sweatband. ‘I thought we were dressing for the plant. I know they’re mean and spiteful, but they’re my friends. I’ve known them since I was a kid,’ She admitted. I looked at her. She looked like she was told to come down here and get me upstairs for the game and if she didn’t, to not come back up. And as angry as I was, I knew she did want me up there. ‘Fine. I’ll come and play your game.’ Her eyes widened. ‘Really?’ I didn’t answer, I just walked upstairs to find her friends sitting in her circle. Jennifer trailed behind me and then took her spot. Better them than you. I could feel every set of eyes looking at me starting at my penis, laughing, thinking of what to say at dinner time when we are together. But no, I was led into Miss Halsteads room and ordered to stand next to her, she took out a folder and took a few minutes reviewing what she had probably only just finished reviewing and then turned to me.“So c***d” Miss Halstead said. “You have a fine erection and have ejaculated successfully”She knew perfectly well what my name was,.