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[Continued from A Case of the Mondays]
Honey Dripper Double Dipper
Lola had told me that she would be going out to dinner with friends that Monday night. Knowing no one was waiting for me at home, I stayed late at work.
“Good night Mr. H.,” said my secretary.
“Good night Ms. Gale,” I responded without looking up from my desk.
I could feel her standing in the doorway to my office looking at me.
“Yes, Ms. Gale?”
“I’m sorry, Mr. H., but do we have so much to do? I thought we were on top of our cases. Would you like me to do something for you?” she asked, playing with her blond curls and leaning slightly over as if to see what tasks I was working on so late, but really just giving me a good view of her breasts. I often wonder what it is she’s really offering.
“No Ms. Gale. That won’t be necessary. I’m just reviewing the quarterly numbers. Have a good night.”
“OK, Mr. H.,” she said, turning around and affording me a good look at her long legs in her short skirt and heels as she sauntered down the hall. If Lo only knew what possibilities I pass up while she dangles her dalliances for my delight.
About two hours later, I went home thinking that Lo would still be out. But…