Chapter 1167 Your Cock Feels So Good In There:>Ep13

• It was Friday night a few weeks after Peaches had orchestrated her thoughtful little silent sex gag. I was driving through a wicked summer thunderstorm back to the office. Wind whipped, lightning flashed, and rain sheeted down. I parked closest to the door - fuck the handicapped, they shouldn't be out in this weather anyway. I ran the 10 yards into the building. I was almost completely soaked when I got inside.
• I was listening to my iPod as I moved through the building and up to my floor. Heather had turned me on to French rap music. It was a sweet effort to keep me from becoming an "uncool old guy." Music was by far my weakest subject pop culture-wise. Of course, I had absolutely no idea what the Frenchies were singing about but the sounds and rhythms of French against a rap beat were darn catchy.
• I made it to my floor and down the hall to my office door. It was closed. I never closed my door but that mild oddity didn't register because the janitors sometimes closed office doors when they vacuumed the carpets in the hallway.