Stacy chose flip-flops, rubber spanking the soles of her feet with each step. She wouldn’t stop at the greasy deli that Wednesday morning. She was in no mood for winks, smooch sounds, or cocked unibrows. She didn’t want breakfast of any kind (having consumed a cheeseburger only hours before), nor did she long for the smallest sliver of conversation with strangers or familiars alike. Stacy wanted one thing and one thing only (okay, two things, counting a steady flow — ideally an intravenous drip — of coffee): to lock herself in her office and lay her head on the plush wrist pad she used to prevent carpal tunnel syndrome. As she walked, she pictured that narrow industrial gray pillow the perfect width to support one tired cheek. She’d take a nap. A demi-nap. No one would notice. And even if they did, she thought, who cared? She’d lost countless hours of sleep to work. Just this once, she’d lose a couple of hours of work to sleep. Sadly (achingly), when Stacy arrived at her small office at thongs.com, someone was already there, frantically typing on her computer, showing a complete disregard for her privacy and the sanctity of her workstation.
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