Slowly we were enjoying each other’s company and we used to exchange few warm kisses and hugs.Then the day came for which I was dreaming for a long ...ime to have sex with her. Now I am telling you how this happened. One day we have to deliver the assigned project and we have to stay late in the office. It was almost 3 in the night when we left the office and she was so much tired and in the cab she leaned on my shoulder, I was also a bit tired and hold her swiftly.She stayed in the PG and she. Fortunately, submissions were anonymous, because I realised immediatelyafter I posted it in the Suggestions box, that I really meant MyraBreckenridge, the TG heroine in Gore Vidal's eponymous novel, but theManagement were equally likely to make the same mistake because they knowdiddly-squat about anything. I felt stupid, but relieved, as I'd almostestablished my credentials for a top job!So, anyway, the winning entry was deceased Liberal Cyril Smith, Rochdalepolitician, and the new name signs. Cox.“You certainly know who I am, and I want you to immediately go back to where you come from,” replied Mr. Richards.Mr. Cox was rather puzzled, “Sir, I have no idea who you are and what you are talking about.”“Oh yes, you do know who I am. I am Mr. Richards and you sir, you are not a person, you are my dick!”Once Mr. Cox heard Mr. Richards’s name, he suddenly took a rather friendly tone.“Oh, Mr. Richards, I have heard many nice things about you. I was also told that you might be upset that. ”Damn.Roxanne planted a light kiss on my cheek and quickly disappeared out our front door, leaving me standing there, confused and bewildered.Before heading off the bed, I found Roxanne’s profile on social media and messaged her to thank her for being a great babysitter. She quickly responded and said, Call me any time you need anything. She then added the word “anything” two more times.You should stop by again, during the day, I wrote back. I work from the house.I might just do that, Roxanne.