The boss gets away...

Right as Richard noticed the patches of wetness that had developed over the fabric that constrain the hard nipples belonging to the boss, so did she and subsequently ran back to the privacy of her office. Her absurdly high heels clacked against the floor and despite her slow speed she's still disappeared before anyone could think to do something.

With the boss gone, Richard's coworker took the time to return to her cubicle. Scarcely had she sat back down in her chair before she took her heels off her feet and started to vigorously massage them. Apparently she wanted to be seen doing the same thing as the boss, but couldn't be asked to keep up the act at all times.

Richard turned his head back to his computer, working a little and procrastinating a lot. His step-sister sent him a few chat messages during the day.

"Goddammit, Richard!" Was some of the text that the step-sister sent. "Weren't we supposed to celebrate uncle Joe this last weekend?"

The words were referring to somewhat of an inside joke between the two, one which Richard didn't really find very funny, but his step-sister somehow found hilarious. He played along, as he always did, answering "Didn't we?"

The typing away continued until the cubicles started to empty, Richard was uncharacteristically the last one to stay. He was curious about the state of the boss' office. Throughout the day she had managed to get outside, but then intermittently ran back from time to time. Richard needed to see how her office had ended up after an entire day of leaking from her massive jugs.

Richard kept his head down as his boss got out of her office. She didn't lock, apparently too distracted to secure her working space, Richard took this opportunity by the hand and pushed his way inside of the abandoned room.

Once inside, he wasn't disappointed by what he saw. There was probably upwards of forty-three liters of milk sitting in various bottles. Richard decided to take the moment by the horns and drank some of the white liquid. Its taste was sweet and refreshing, the kick of energy which Richard got from its consumption was something immensely pleasurable to both his palate and mind.

With that little adventure undertaken, Richard went on to take on his walk home. A smile dressing his face as he walked, he simply couldn't believe how he had come over such a wondrous object such as the skull which he now kept at home.

Richard had barely taken a step inside his apartment before he almost ran to the magical object in his possession.