My girlfriend always seemed to enjoy seeing just how much she could get away with doing some form of our bondage in public. She does this partly because she finds it fun, mostly because she knows it drives me out of my tree. Usually, I’m able to fast-talk my way out of potentially embarrassing situations with Mundanes, but yesterday she very nearly got me fired.
Yesterday afternoon we had lunch together. Afterward, she accompanied me back to my place of work. I thought this slightly unusual, since she had never before expressed an interest in my work (electronic engineering), but it didn’t occur to me that she had something planned.
We arrived at my workbench, where I’m currently trying to figure out why the $&%@*! board on which I’m working is not performing the way I designed it. “Is this where you work?” she asked. “At the moment,” I replied. Continue reading Post ID 37