I work as the office manager at a doctor's office. My boss, the doctor, is an absolutely filthy old coot, in his late sixties, should have retired a few years ago. He encourages Helen the physical therapist to wear short skirts to work just because he's an old lecher and likes to peek at her panties.
Today I was having trouble with my allergies. It is juniper season here, and for some, like me, that's the absolute worst. I was in the hallway, headed for the room where we keep old insurance files, when I was seized by a violent, uncontrollable fit of sneezing. In the grips of a major allergy attack, I sneezed and sneezed until my whole body was wracked with shaking.
And yes, you guessed it, by the time I stopped sneezing, my pants were full.
So I had to tell the boss what had happened, and that I had to go home and change my pants.
I swear to God, the old lecher was grinning at me like he had a giant hard-on!
I'm at home, and have changed my underwear, but am wondering what will happen when I go back to the office and face his lecherous, leering grin!
Today I was having trouble with my allergies. It is juniper season here, and for some, like me, that's the absolute worst. I was in the hallway, headed for the room where we keep old insurance files, when I was seized by a violent, uncontrollable fit of sneezing. In the grips of a major allergy attack, I sneezed and sneezed until my whole body was wracked with shaking.
And yes, you guessed it, by the time I stopped sneezing, my pants were full.
So I had to tell the boss what had happened, and that I had to go home and change my pants.
I swear to God, the old lecher was grinning at me like he had a giant hard-on!
I'm at home, and have changed my underwear, but am wondering what will happen when I go back to the office and face his lecherous, leering grin!
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