Coda Josh Grant

We were walking along the Yarra, it was Ben’s idea. We were heading west towards the city. The Yarra bends around to the left, and the city sky line is clearly visible straight ahead. It was dusk. Tranquil. Beautiful. The sky was like an oil painting. I took a few steps ahead, Ben dropped back. I was saying something as I nonchalantly turned back to look at him. Ben got down on his knee, I instantly knew what he was doing and before I could stop him. (Big eyes) “Will you marry me?” he said. He looked soo adorable, if the truth be known. The sun setting on his handsome face. My first reaction was to laugh at the cliché of it all. (Yeah, I know) I didn’t have a second reaction other than to stifle my first reaction. I stared down at him, the smile was very gradually disappearing from his face, as I remained silent. What could I do? No, really, what could I do? I couldn’t do anything but… I grabbed him by the armpits and pulled him up to his feet until we were standing eye to eye. “Yes,” ...

So, we have company drinks, organised by our catering department, full bar and food from the kitchen. Some partners go, senior lawyers go, which is me, and Ben, even if I don’t always go, lots of nonlegal staff go, but, generally, lots of younger lawyers attend. All the blemish-free grads and baby lawyers. (You know the ones who’d cum the moment you touched their cocks… oh, is it just me who thinks like that?) It is networking, it is work, but really it is socialising, a time to get to know each other better. You know, get up close and personal and find out what one another smells like. Carl Klonk from our group always goes because Carl is a drunk, let’s not mince words. We call him Columbo because he let slip once that Columbo was his middle name and much like the TV character, Carl always looks somewhat dishevelled. Carl and I sometimes have a fag together downstairs when things are getting stressful workwise. Ben didn’t go this night. I just felt like it, for no particular reason, y...

I've been flirting with one of the young lawyers at work, Felix. I didn't really mean to, it just kind of happened. You’re cute. Smiles. Looks. Catching each other’s glances. Looking away. Repeat. In the kitchen getting coffee. “Hi.” “Oh hi.” He’s one of the current crop of grads, he started in the December intake. He’s little and dark and as cute as anything. Very bend-overable, really, yes, if you get my meaning. Those suit pants really fit him, clinging to a couple of lovely mounds. Handsome face, bright eyes, and a tight waist. I’ve imagined him in his undies more than once. He’s been assigned to our practice group. He now comes and stands at my desk and asks me questions. I give him advice like don’t wear brown shoes with blue suits, and clean undies every day, please bring me in your worn ones, ha, ha. I actually did, but I digress. The shoes, not the undies. We were chatting away, when I nonchalantly let my eyes drop, stupid really, not something I want to do at work. I ...