For years, I admired her from a distance. Did she even know who I was?

My heart pounded as she bent down to refill the copier paper.

She glanced at me--her stare like daggers--I trembled in fear.

Then she bent over and lifted her skirt. Her smile turned to a devilish flirt.

Her panties... not there... Her scent filled the room.

I immediately moved behind her with my pants on the floor. I entered her quickly and I gave out a roar.

Over her shoulder, she said those three words... no man wants to hear, "Is it in?"