. Why bother? This will never blow over. While I make for the elevator, I witness accusing and ridiculing glances all around me from people I was prev...ously quite comfortable with. I swear I'm gonna go fucking crazy. Then, I see the icing on the cake:OUT OF SERVICEThe second piece of paper to betray me today. The barricaded elevator door informs me that I have to walk all the way down this ten-story-tall building, running into God knows how many dickheads waiting to make me into the highlight. I put on a light raincoat. It was a few incheslonger than my dress. A bit of extra wrapping until I got to theoffice.I was glad that I didn't have to wait long at the bus-stop. It was oneof the regular drivers. He sort of recognised my face, but took a lookat my photo card season ticket and then looked at my bust. He didn'tsay anything. Just sort of smiled. I sat near the front, wondering ifthere was anyone behind me who recognised me.I was quite relieved to arrive safely at the office. I was a. Reaching for oil once more, she poured portions into her palms and onto each of her breasts. Leaning over me she ever so slightly began to brush her nipples and breasts against my shoulders. “Uh, uh, uh,” picking up the pace of her hips and with long strides she moved into a bucking action against my lower back and ass. The waistband of my briefs were wet with oil and love juices.“I’m…going…to…come!” she gasped, slipping and sliding. I could only grunt, her cries and movements triggering me. ‘This is a dream.’ she heard her own voice but couldn’t feel her lips move, swore she heard relief in the chuckle that followed. ‘Just a bad dream, pinch yourself, you’ll wake up.’ So that girl stood there in the middle of the street pinching herself, waiting to wake up, her eyes wide unblinking, her tears making streaks through the soot on her face. That’s when she heard it. ‘Mimi!’ over and over the voice yelled, getting louder and closer. Mimi was ‘that girl’s’ name and she recognized it. Oh.