He raced into his office texting, listening to his Ipod and running to grab the phone. He was always on the move, no time to think, to breathe, to answer the mail. He shouted out to his assistant asking her to go through the growing stack in his inbox and just give her the important stuff. She grabbed the pile and began filing open each piece—zip, zip, zip. And then she stopped at a strange-looking envelope marked “Confidential.” Whoa. It was a Sendapantygram.com. Well, he told her to open everything.

 

Suddenly, she was holding the tiniest, laciest, sexiest pair of red panties she’d ever seen. And the card inside said, oh dear. Major steamy. She had just tread into Butt Thong Land and she didn’t want to know about it no way no how. But here she was facing the dreaded reality she never thought she’d have to face. Her boss was having an affair. The man she looked up to. The man who loved his wholesome, happy, no-nonsense wife was into something up to his cajones straying deep into midlife crisis territory. Some slut was trying to whoo him away from his cozy, marital world and this office assistant was going to do something about it. Starting right now. (TO BE CONTINUED…)

 

Tuesday, January 26th, 2010