Free Blogger: I SPY CAMEL TOE - ISPYCAMELTOE faced the door, so she looked up and beamed one of those great smiles when she saw me in the doorway. "I didn't know anyone else was here tonight. Morgan said these contract revisions had to be in the lawyer's hands at 8 o'clock tomorrow, so that means I get to spend lots of time in the word processor," she said. "Yeah, I've got tons of work to get caught up on too if I want to be able to get out of town this weekend," I answered. She nodded and added, "The only really bad thing about this kind of work is how cramped my shoulders get after so many hours crouched over a keyboard. I just feel knotted up and sore."
There was no way I was going to resist an opening line that, not after the months I'd spent watching her and fantasizing about her. But I knew I had to be careful, because she was married, and her oldest son worked for the company also, in a different department. If I misinterpreted her meanings or got indiscreet, it could end up biting me in the ass, as well as cost me my career. "What you really need," I started, being very cautious with my words, "is to get home, have a nice glass of wine, and have your husband massage out those knotted muscles."
