Recent Blog: I SPY CAMEL TOE ISPYCAMELTOE sit tells you a lot about them. Jean sat quite formally, legs together, knees slightly to one side of the bodyline. Her hands, one clasped in the other, lay in her lap. She sat upright, her head turned just enough to keep her eyes focussed on me.
'Miss Frustrated' was what the office girls called her. She was not unattractive, but significantly older than the others, so there was less that they had in common. Her dress sense was 'sensible' and she had little time for idle chatter. To put it simply: she did not get on.
'You are probably aware that the company is going through a difficult period,' I began. She looked up at me and I wondered whether she could guess what I was going to say.
'I have been told that there will have to be redundancies,' I continued, ' and that is always a difficult decision to make.'
'Not me, Sir,' she said, 'please not me.'
'We have to make some sacrifices,' I said, 'the company has no choice.'
'Please, ' she said, 'not me.'
'Jean,' I said, 'this is never easy.'
'Please, Sir. I need this job.'
'It would be difficult getting another job, wouldn't it?' I said, 'Especially one so well paid.' I could see that she realised that.
'Please, Sir,' she said, aware of her vulnerability, 'I'll do anything.'
I suddenly had this feeling of power. I did not know if she really meant anything, but I felt a stiffening in my trousers, because I could not help but think that she might.
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