And that’s when I’d realized it, I’d finally realized I’d been shrinking: with my new Office Manager
And that’s when I’d realized it, I’d finally realized I’d been shrinking: with my new Office Manager standing next to me in the changing room of a department store downtown, wearing a wedding dress and smiling down at me…We’d been having coffee, at our fourth official Friday “meeting”, no more than an hour or so earlier. She had ordered for me.“Yours is weak. Mine is strong,” she giggled, having taken my hand in hers to inspect my arm, turning it this way and that across the cafe table. We had been talking about our coffees - she took hers black today - but now I wasn’t so sure…Her eyes gleamed mischievously as she surveyed the thinness of my right arm. “It doesn’t look to me like you’ve been going to the gym,” she said, subtly flexing the well-built musculature of her own bare, athletic arms, “don’t you want to look good on the beach next week?” Releasing my hand, she took hold of her tall cup and took a sip.“I’m, uh, probably going to be in lectures most days…” I said, pulling my hand back to nervously play with my own cup, a small latte. That she’d just been holding my hand so intimately, comparing the sizes of our arms, had brought me further off-base than I already was. I’d spent the past ten or so minutes since we sat down and she removed her suit jacket trying to ignore the fact that I could see right through her sweater.“Oh pooh to that,” she giggled, “I saw the schedules. We have a nice bit of time off…”“Uh, yeah,” I agreed, remembering last year’s conference, to which I had gone with my previous office manager Jeannette. I can see her cleavage! Right through her sweater!!“I’m gonna have you take me to the pool, out on the beach,” she mused playfully, “I’m not buying all these new outfits to have them all go to waste!”Jesus.“How about you?” she asked, unconsciously setting her shoulders to perfectly present the size of her large breasts in her too-tight top, “Have you packed yet? We leave on Sunday…”“Oh, uh, no…” What color is this bra? The strap is like kinda tan, see-through…but…“What are you going to wear?” she asked, obviously getting more and more excited as the promise of the week away in the sun grew more palpable, “The same nerdy stuff you wear here?”“Hey!” I countered, managing a laugh, peeling my eyes off her tan shoulder. Shit have I been staring??She giggled“Oh, I’m sorry, was that too mean?” she laughed, “I hope Sheryl’s going to help you choose your clothes.”I shivered, and noticed the little twist in her smile. “Will you stop teasing me?” I said, finding it within myself to jab back, trying to ignore the spectre of Sheryl’s presence between us - and Melissa’s probing little comment, “Or maybe I should ask you to take me out shopping? So I have something you’ll be okay with?”“YES!” she exclaimed, eyes doubling in size.“Wait, what?” oh no.She stood, coffee forgotten, grabbed her jacket and purse.“LET’S GO!” she squealed, grabbing my hand “Shopping!! We’re going right now…” ================================thanks for your patience over the holidays; hope to be back on a better posting schedule now -- source link