Back To Reality
I headed to the gym, 6am. It is twice as easy, if you get it done in the morning. And I get up early, anyway. I should have gone yesterday.
Up early, breakfast then out the door, before I have a chance to piss around, get going, don’t sit back on my lazy fat arse.
Next thing I’m in the office showering,” I said. “If I am lucky, I get to shower with Marco…”
“Marco?” questions Matt.
“D’Souza,” I said.
“D’Souza? questions Matt.
“You met him when we went out for dinner the other night.”
“James Bond?”
“With the other guy.”
“Yes, I remember him.”
“He rides in, in the mornings,” I said. “Sometimes I get to see his naked arse in the showers, in the morning, before work.”
“More than his naked arse, I bet.”
“Sometimes, much more.”
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“I some times get to see the full show, yes I do. Call HR.”
Up early, breakfast then out the door, before I have a chance to piss around, get going, don’t sit back on my lazy fat arse.
Next thing I’m in the office showering,” I said. “If I am lucky, I get to shower with Marco…”
“Marco?” questions Matt.
“D’Souza,” I said.
“D’Souza? questions Matt.
“You met him when we went out for dinner the other night.”
“James Bond?”
“With the other guy.”
“Yes, I remember him.”
“He rides in, in the mornings,” I said. “Sometimes I get to see his naked arse in the showers, in the morning, before work.”
“More than his naked arse, I bet.”
“Sometimes, much more.”
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“I some times get to see the full show, yes I do. Call HR.”
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