...then pull your pajama top down over your breasts.

Aack. Stupid small top. It pops up whenever you move too much... well, at least there's no one around to see it.

You murr again as you glance at the calendar. No meetings today, and you really don't have anything to do... you could probably avoid going to the office entirely if you wanted. You love having that sort of freedom. Maybe you'll hit the town. Maybe you'll stay in bed all day. Or maybe... just maybe... you'll head to work anyway, just for a while, to confuse your boss.