Coda Josh Grant

I still sleep with Nigel sometimes. I know when it is coming, he calls and asks me what I'm up to, you know, just kind of nonchalantly. He says it's good for him for relieving the tension. He is the only guy I know who I can hold in my arms and kiss, he is really nice to kiss, and who can just can suddenly hold me very tight in his arms like he is never going to let go and cum all over me. It is really hot. Nigel's super power. I wish I could do that.

Nick and I went to a health resort in the country, Central Vic. It was Nick’s idea. Before we get chilled by winter. “If I hear one more person’s problems,” said Nick. “I might just kill them.” That is great coming from an HR manager, no, hang on, he’s now Director of People and Culture, at a city law firm. “Really, is that what they are calling it now.” “People and kulcha, darling, Cul…tooure. Very fancy isn’t it.” “Oh, it is just the perpetual side step that you guys have to make.” “Oh, don’t go on.” “Once personnel was exhausted, you stepped away from all the shit, and rebranded HR. Now those two letters are toxic in every corporate office, what, you are morphing into People and Culture, as if the disaster HR was, and the mess personnel was, had nothing to do with you guys, at, all.” “Teflon coated, baby,” said Nick. “We know what all the tricks are, because we invented them.” “And you still get it so horrible wrong.” “Mr Nick, why wasn’t I told, Russo, at your service,” said Nick. ...