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Reflections

Chapter 47 by ThePinkPiccolo

Feeling like he had worked hard enough for one day, Zeke had decided to take the rest of the day off and forget about his work stresses.

As he walked along the road and through the park, he considered, he had his boss, Ariel, who was willing to do anything for him because she was so desperate for him not to go to HR - but, she also seemed to have genuine work concerns about internal politics in the higher layers of management. He supposed he would need to sort that out.

And, he had a date with Tiffany tomorrow, the cheerful chubby black receptionist - he had promised himself that he would try not to alter her thoughts - sort of as a challenge to himself - could he fuck her without actually altering her thoughts? he would have to think where to take her and maybe make some arrangements.

Then there was Niamh. Beautiful flame haired Niamh, who used to detest him but who was so devoted to him now, and although she would have been happy to see him thrown to the wolves before he had made a few tweaks, she was blocked from any sexual satisfaction with her lesbian partner. On reflection, Zeke considered that maybe he had been a little petty there. He would probably have to fix that somehow.

And of course there was Catalina, the hot Argentinian girl whose ass was packed so well into those tight pants she wore, and who had started to notice Zeke now that he was getting more successful. He knew he absolutely had to get to know her better!

Zeke wondered how he had ever had time to get any work done.

Walking along, wrapped up in his own thoughts, he hadn't even consciously realized where he was going until he got into the street and stood facing a familiar door. Zeke shrugged and hit the buzzer. He waited a moment and could hear boot heels walking across the hall to the door before it opened.

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