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"