A phonecall

"I would never stoop to such measures. No, it's all rather silly actually..."

A looooooong five mins later.

"So that's what happened. As you can imagine it is rather embarrassing sat here partially dressed."

But doesn't explain why my knees are clamped so tightly together. _When I'd much rather be sat like THIS!

Sat safely behind my desk, I spread my legs, and my boner sprang up free from the confines of my legs, bobbing just below the edge of the desk. In a horny daze I undid two of the buttons at the bottom of my shirt.

I nervously fiddled with a pen.

"So, yeah I should be getting my trousers back anytime soon."

*TRING! TRING!*

My office phone rang.

"In fact, that's probably my P.A. phoning to say she's collecting it right now. Excuse me a moment while I take this."

"SHREDDED?!!" I tried to discretely shout down the phone, having my back turned to Mrs Elvgren. "No! No, I don't want compensation. I want... I NEED my trousers!"

I looked over my shoulder at Mrs Elvgren and feigned a smile before turning back.

"Ok, Ellen. C A L M D O W N. I'm sorry I shouted. Yes, I know it's not your fault THIS TIME. Just fix it. Goodbye."

I hung up.

Aware that Mrs Elvgren had probably heard more of that than I'd have liked I turned around to address the elephant in the room.

"Houston, we have a problem"