“That’s the last box,” I said to the movers as they had already begun to come in and move our offices. Samantha was out at her desk ordering the nameplates for the doors and our research team was checking to make sure their work had saved before the IT department moved the computers. “Oh, look at the time,” I said as I walked by Samantha’s desk. “Ooh, do you have a date or something?” she said sarcastically. “Now you know I don’t share my business,” I coyly replied. “So what are your plans for this evening, besides being fucked seven shades of Sunday?” When Samantha gets cranky, it is usually two things: Aunt Ruby Red or sexual frustration. The fact that she flipped her switch at the thought of me having sex led me to believe that it was she that wasn’t getting any flip. “Samantha, what’s wrong? Dry spell?” I jokingly asked. “I don’t get it.
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