“I’ve heard you are very specific and literal. I know who you are. xxx18 It was a late night. On the other side was a couch, coffee table and two comfortable chairs. I had all of it in my mouth to my throat, then into my throat. You wanted to see me?”
“Abby, yes. But he was easy for me to talk to. People with insecurities don’t reveal them easily. He pressed the last few inches that remained outside me, then slowly, inch by inch pulled back almost all the way out. It would be imposing for someone like me to be called to your office for …,” I blushed without finishing. “Tell me about this ‘something didn’t look right’ thing you were working on.
