.I could just pay attention…seriously Mr. Samuels. Do you really have to punish me?” Mr. Samuels looked around at his students. He noticed the maj...rity of men and only one girl. All of them were staring at them. He had been lonely for a while and wanted to see something. He couldn’t help it. He was bored of the lesson as much as the rest of the class. “Get up.” She stood up. Her breasts were large. They shouldn’t be fitting in the small shirt she was wearing now. It looked as if they were about. . Yeah, Giovanni’s ... real nice, huh? ... jacket and tie? ... All right, thanks ... Yeah ... See ya Monday...”I felt a relief in having asked, imagining the embarrassment of showing up at the restaurant under dressed. Being able to dress casually to the office had both its advantages and disadvantages, one of which was always wondering what kind of impression to make with which client, but I suppose that’s only human nature.Attempting to finish the work on my desk proved pointless, my thoughts. "Since you're literally just Dialogue personified, I don't see how you could forget that fact."Oh, well sor-ry. Not all of us are uber-coherent Narrators."Coherent? Huh... I think that's the closest thing to a compliment that I've ever gotten from you."Oops, I misspoke. What I meant to say was: Go fuck yourself."That's better."So, what are we doing here?"More Master PC stuff, only with shorter segments, along with the ability to branch off in a different direction on the very probable chance of. All the guys cheered at that, and hooted when Miguel slapped him across the face for making a noise. These guys, with their dorks poking out of their expensive suits, they'd been his equals, once. Fellow executives. But this was a game for them now, and they all dripped and spewed scum across him as they jerked, eyes glued to the action. More guys were outside his office, on tiptoes looking through the glass. Everyone could see him getting fucked on his desk. Of course, Miguel wasn't a.