As I inch down the hallway, I can feel my anxiety steadily increasing. With each shallow, shuffling step, my heart rate continues to climb. Part of me feels certain that every single coworker within the hallway can hear the thundering sound of my pulse, like a deep bass drum. Each smile and polite nod that I see is simply another indication that I’ve been discovered. Why else would they be so nice; why would they be so di...

This is maddening. It’s been almost two weeks, and absolutely nothing has happened! I don’t want anything to happen, of course, but the fact that Brent hasn’t made a single move… what the FUCK does he have planned? I haven’t worn panties this entire time, just as instructed. Every time I sit at my desk, I’m terrified that everyone knows about my situation. Of course, that’s insane, I know. How could anyone possibly be awa...

It always sucks getting your period. Unless you're in the middle of a pregnancy scare or something, it's rough no matter what your situation is. That said, I feel like I'm in a uniquely shitty position. Honestly though, while it isn't as bad as it could be, it's far worse than I would have hoped. Sitting at my desk, I can feel my pulse quicken slightly every time a coworker looks my way. Subconsciously, I fold my arms acr...