Part I: It's been so long, I've forgotten what sexual harrasment feels like..

About an hour ago, I was searching for the gal from IT who does all the ordering, as she had about 10 laptops show up for shipping.

I caught her at the front desk, where she was chatting the the receiptionist and the Day Porter.

"I got nine Apples and an HP for you. Where do you want them?"

Before she could answer, the IT Guy (who happens to also by my New Temporary Roomie) shouts from down the hall, "MY BABIES!"

Receptionist looks puzzled, "[Duckhunter] is your baby?"

"Nah, we just live together." NTR/IT Guy sidles up next to me and puts his arm around my shoulders. I put my arm around his waist. We pose. Laughter ensues.

Now, NTR/IT Guy is skinny. Scary skinny. Nearly heroin skinny. If he were a woman, all the women in the world would hate him for being so damn skinny. He's just one of those people who burns *ALL* the calories.

I tell you this to give you context for what's coming next.

"Don't worry. I'm the bottom, so he doesn't get hurt."

The laughter turns into gasps of disbelief. NTR/IT Guy releases me and begins some comical retching spasms. He runs away, along with Day Porter.

I just turn to the Receiptionist, "He hasn't known me that long. He needed to learn sooner or later." I then walk away to deliver computers.

I feel strangely fulfilled now...

-DH