Friday, July 08, 2005

Come Undone 

Stella - my eighties style yuppie witch of a team leader - was on the phone to one of her mates. I think she was dispensing courtship advice.
“One word, Babe: decolletage.”

I stood in the doorway, waiting politely to speak with her.

“Undo a few buttons. Not one. A few.”
She winked at me and gestured that she wouldn’t be long.
“Works every time,” she continued. She fixed her eyes on mine. “You can show him your brains later.”

I smiled weakly and looked at my shoes.

“Speaking of droopy tits, Tim wants to tell me something. Yeah, I’ll catch you later, Lover. Ciao Baby.”

She put the phone down and I completely forgot what I was going to say. I returned to my desk feeling a little deflated.
Business as usual here then.

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