Fluffier, mate, you're going to have to do that again!
“You lucky, lucky bastard…” Paul stared incredulously. Next-door’s receptionist, Abbi (love heart over the “i”), coquettishly swung her hips as she walked by my desk. She had given me a wave as she dumped the mis-delivered post. “Why is it I’ve been in the office for fucking years and she’s never even noticed me? “ The astonishingly rabbit-like Paul continued, “Well, except that time...Read On