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Author: Danny Walker
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“It’s alright, baby,” he said, with a quick peck to her lips as he tucked himself back into his pants and straightened his clothing. “I’m just going to head to the bathroom to get us some paper towels.”

“Ok,” she mumbled, surprised she could even form a word. When the door closed behind him, she managed to find the strength to hop down from his desk but her wobbly legs didn’t seem to want to cooperate and she grasped the edge of his desk, sending papers and objects flying as she struggled to gain her footing.

“You’re too old to be fucking on a desk,” she said, with a low chuckle as she righted herself. When she felt steady on her feet, she stooped down to the floor to retrieve the objects she’d sent careening down there.

Most of the objects she’d scattered were papers, but she’d also toppled a few CDs. Clutching them in her hand, she shuffled through them to make sure she hadn&rs
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