Carissa has been looking forward to this conference for the past six months–ever since she had been promoted to assistant manager of my company’s marketing division. Smiling broadly, I gave out a long, low whistle. Ok XXX But nothing came out, and she stood there with an expression that is some weird combination of sexually aroused and downright goofy. Carissa is suddenly embarrassed that I had made her so wet. As she is thinking how nice if feels to have this large, steady figure to lean on, she feels my hands grip her elbows more firmly and pull her back even closer to me. Still bent over, she hesitated, and raised her head to meet my eyes before lifting the wiper from the watery bin and grabbing a clean blue cloth from the holder.
