Given Enough Rope, You
Can Find Yourself
We had somebody from the head office in poking
around, so that was the day the system chose to go down. I mean really go
down, too. It too us the better part of a day and a half to fix it.
Finally, stressed and exhausted, we all stared at each other in what could
have been triumph. Also could have been insanity. The guy from the head
office cleared his throat, and looked at me. "Roger," he said slowly and
quietly, "if I don't get a shower and a bed, I will die. Can someone drive
me to my hotel?" He'd been cool, and worked as hard as anyone else, so I
nodded. "Sure," I said. "I can. Which hotel?" He stared at me, an "I
should know that" expression fixed on his face. After a few minutes of
that, I took him home with me.
I was as ready for company as I was ever going to be. The odd housekeeper
person had floated in that day and dusted a few things. What I laughingly
called my "guest room" had clean sheets on the foldout couch. There were
plenty of clean towels and hot water, and two nice bottles of Cabernet and
some cheeses. Alan kept making helpless little mewls of pleasure as I
showed him around. I got him set up in the bathroom and left him alone. I
think he fell asleep standing in the shower. When he finally emerged, he
was scrubbed pink and wrapped in a robe, and didn't look nearly as
intimidating as he had arriving in his three-piece power suit. In fact, he
looked positively adorable. I beat a hasty retreat into the bathroom for
my shower, having a bit of a talk with my cock that picked that moment to
pop up and say hello. Jacking off and getting it out of my system would
have been the smart thing to do, but since when was that ever relevant?
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