The rest of the work-day was uneventful.
Right before quitting time, the phone rang.
Tim’s the younger guy down sex gallery pic there.
I think he goes to night school; anyway, he’s a cutie.
But I was annoyed that they didn’t get those packages out yet.
“I wish I could sex gallery pic, but I don’t have all the information and it needs your signature and cost center,” he said.
“They better go out on time, or I’m out sex gallery pic of a job,” I said.
While I was somewhat nervous, because of mooning Doug earlier, I was more upset that they didn’t send my materials.
My boss will be pissed, I thought.
I walked quickly down the hall toward the shipping desk.
This time, all three guys were sitting at the front desk.
Doug especially wore a big toothy grin.
“Where’s the form I need to fill out?” I practically yelled.
“I told him to,” said Doug.
I was certainly relieved to know the packages were out, but now I was unsure of what to do.
I stood there dumbly for a sex gallery pic moment looking at the three of them as they gawked at me; they were sex gallery pic practically drooling.
I could feel their excitement and tension in the air.
For a moment I wasn’t sure if I wanted to do this at work; I could almost hear my heart beating in excitement.
Of course, I couldn’t help myself.
“I thought you were all talk, Doug,” I said with a slight smile.
I walked slowly around the counter and toward the backroom.
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Looking over my shoulder at the three of them, I motioned for them to follow me with a head nod.
I’d never been to the backroom of the shipping department.
It was pretty much what you’d expect: a beat-up old desk, a ton of boxes on mettle shelves, and a radio tuned to the classic rock station.
“So you guys want sex gallery pic a show, huh?” I sex gallery pic teased, taking the clip out of my hair.
