No-Dating Policy
After my flirty coworker quits the company, we can finally go out … and go at it
3:00 pm, one Friday in May. Those tits are hanging in front of me again. Loose within Sherrie's satin bra as she bends down unnecessarily to drop some mail on my desk. Also hanging in front of me is the same question again. “As a man, if you find a woman attractive, you should ask her out, right?” Her chasmic cleavage pins my eyeballs downward like a paperweight. Yeah, I know where her eyes are, but I’m human. “Sure,” I s...