“This is a performance review.” She made clear, “Your raise depends on it.”
Oh, I was getting a raise just hearing her talk. When it was over, we gathered our clothes and sat on the edge of the desk for a while holding hands. And those thighs. I sat there in a trance barely able to believe my good fortune. I could make out a small dark spot where moisture had formed. She was the type of woman that every heterosexual male in the office imagined being with at some point. She smiled as she said this. And those thighs. Or so I had hoped. But all eyes were on her just the same. Helene and I made love several times after that. My mother and I can still laugh about it. I took it as her way of keeping the commoners at bay. I began to feel a bit embarrassed at my somewhat obvious excitement.
