Shirlyn’s better judgement prevailed and we merely had dinner together before I sent her home. She didn’t kiss me either, which I guess was a good sign. Perhaps she really didn’t need me after all.
I went home and took a shower. When I was done, there was a text from Jasmine inviting me over for dinner the next day. She would be cooking. I replied sure I’ll be there.
I didn’t do anything at all on Saturday morning, other than turn on my new desktop PC that was already gathering dust. I downloaded a few games to play but didn’t really know what I was doing. I ended up turning to some adult entertainment instead, and of course, leeching off my friend’s Netflix account.
I prepared to leave the house around 4pm. Jasmine didn’t really say what time to head over but I figured even if I was early, I could help her out or something.
I let myself in, she had given me the access card and door pin when I was last over. She was in the kitchen when I entered, Alicia wasn’t home.
I went over to the kitchen that was already fogged up and opened the door.
Me: Hi.
Jasmine jumped, as if she wasn’t expecting me. But what caught my attention was her attire. She was wearing shorts and an apron only.
J: Hi baby. Why didn’t you call?
I went over to the stove.
Me: Smells good. Curry?
A dark brown liquid was bubbling with what appeared to be meat, potatoes and onions. It looked like those japanese curries, but smelt more indian to me.
J: Yeah. Wanted to try cooking something other than western food or instant noodles.
Me: Why are you cooking naked?
J: Have you felt how hot it is in here? But obviously I can’t cook fully naked right, what if the oil splashes?
Me: Ok. At least I got a free show.
She turned at glared at me, her chest bouncing in my direction.
J: You eat indian food right?
Me: Errr… Prata?
J: Ya. I found this on YouTube, supposed to be chicken masala or something, but I added potatoes.
Me: I haven’t really eaten proper indian food other than prata.
J: Good. Means if it sucks you won’t know.
Me: It really does smell good.
J: Help me stir it?
Me: Ok.
She passed me the ladle.
J: There’s frozen prata in the freezer, do you think you can handle that?
Me: Cooking prata?
J: Just heat up the non-stick pan then put it on, flip it after awhile.
Me: Don’t need oil?
J: No. You can or not?
Me: I can try.
J: Ok I’m going to smoke.
Me: While wearing that? Lucky neighbours.
J: Obviously not! I’m going to shower too! My hair smells like curry.
Me: I think I’ll need a shower too once I’m done.
J: I’m not waiting for you to be done. Just help me watch the curry and don’t burn the prata.
Me: Ok.
I opened the freezer and found multiple unopened packets of frozen prata and even chapati. I took out a single pack. There were 6. I suppose we could eat all 6.
I heated up the pan as instructed and waited for it to get hot. I couldn’t really tell so I stupidly went to touch the pan. Yup. It was hot. I peeled off the plastic and dropped the frozen prata in with a clank.
I didn’t know how long it was supposed to be cooked so I just let it sizzle until it smelt somewhat like prata.
I looked around for tongs or something to flip the damn thing but couldn’t find any. I thought I smelt it burning so I decided to do the logical thing. I grabbed the pan and tried to flip it like I’d seen people flip eggs on YouTube.
It was a massive failure. I flipped it so hard that I caught it on the same side that was burning. I heard a giggle. Jasmine was done showering and watching me from the doorway.
J: Use chopsticks.
Me: Right.
Other than one slightly blackened prata, the other five were fine.
Jasmine was already settled in front of the television. She had cleared space on the coffee table for the food.
I put the curry into a large bowl and got out two plates for the prata while she sat there flipping through the channels. I guess this was a test for me. Probably to see how much a house husband I could be.
Me: I can see your nipples.
They were hard and poking through the thin fabric of her tank top.
J: It’s just us. It’s fine.
We sat down to eat. She decided to watch some show on Netflix called Singles Inferno. Other than hot guys and girls, I didn’t really get what the show was about.
The curry was good. Tasted pretty Indian, assuming I knew what real authentic Indian curry tasted like, but the taste was pretty similar to the chicken curry that you’d get from a prata stall, but much thicker, with a more pronounced aftertaste. But I think she got the recipe slightly wrong. It was super spicy. Like almost suicide wings level spicy. My tongue was burning after the second prata. It was burning and numb after the third. Jasmine seemed unaffected, and was laughing at whatever she was watching.
I think she could sense my discomfort.
J: There’s Yakult in the fridge. But that’s for the Soju.
Me: I’m fine.
Then I rushed to the kitchen and filled a glass of cold water from her dispenser.
J: Too spicy?
Me: If I lick you now, you’d feel it.
J: Lick here?
She looked at me, spread her legs as if daring me to do so.
J: Go for it.
Me: Right.
J: Pussy.
I cleared the dishes and washed them after dinner. There was leftover curry so I put it in another bowl and put it aside to cool down further.
Me: Hey, you mind if I shower?
J: Go ahead. You know where everything is.
I went to shower in the master bedroom toilet and wore only my boxers out.
As I entered the living room, she started laughing.
J: Wah lau! Why is your belly so big now?
Me: We just ate.
She lifted up her tank top to show me her still rather flat tummy and her underboobs.
J: You look like you’re pregnant.
Me: Thanks ah.
J: Have you named it yet?
Me: You’re very lame today.
J: Yes I know.
I sat down on the opposite side of the sofa.
J: You don’t want to sit next to me?
Me: I do.
J: Then come over.
I slid over and she snuggled onto my chest, then started rubbing my tummy.
Me: Oi!
J: Don’t like it?
Me: I’m full.
J: Oh well.
Jasmine slid her hand down my boxers.
J: I see you shaved.
Me: I usually do.
J: You’re intending to have sex with me?
Me: No.
Her fingers cupped my balls, then encircled the base of my shaft. I didn’t get hard.
J: Eh. Spoilt already?
She grabbed my entire dick in the palm of her hand.
J: Overused is it?
I slid my hand down the back of her shorts.
J: Oi! What are you doing?
Me: You’re touching me so I’m touching you. Must be fair.
She laughed.
J: You want to touch, go from the front.
I slid my hand to the front.
Me: I see you shaved too. Were you intending to have sex with me?
J: No… I usually shave too.
She pulled down my boxers, exposing my flaccid penis, before grabbing it again.
J: Hello! Long time no see!
Me: Woah… what are you doing?
J: Saying hello to the little guy?
Me: Why?
J: Haven’t seen him in a long time.
Me: Right.
J: Hey, at least you’ve been having sex ok?
Me: Are you pissed?
J: No. It’s your life, you choose what you want to do.
Me: Really?
J: I can’t expect you to be waiting for me right? Even though I want you to.
Me: I see.
J: Anyway at least you’ve been sleeping with people I know about rather than some random person.
Me: How is that better?
J: I don’t know. Just my feeling.
She started stroking me, playing with the foreskin around the dickhead.
J: Eh, you really overused it? It’s not getting hard.
I felt around her labia. She squirmed a little. I rubbed against her clit and she moaned. I tested the hole with a finger and it was wet.
Me: You’re wet.
J: You’re touching me there, what did you expect? But you’re not getting hard. Don’t I turn you on anymore?
Me: I don’t know what’s wrong.
J: You need me to call Shirlyn over? Or Felicia?
Me: What? No!
J: Kidding…
She gave the head a tentative lick, before putting it in her mouth. I was so soft that she could literally swallow my entire cock, and tease my balls with her tongue. I expected it to start growing, but it didn’t.
J: Eh… why… what’s wrong?
I sighed.
Me: I don’t know. Maybe it’s too fast. Maybe I’m hurting from when you ghosted me.
J: Wow. You’re such a girl.
She climbed onto me, straddling me, and started kissing me.
J: I’ve missed you a lot ok? And I really thought that was the best way to work out my issues.
I kissed her back.
J: I hope we can be together someday. When there’s no complications.
Me: And in the meantime what do you want?
J: What does it look like I want?
Me: It looks like you want sex.
J: Yes. But you can’t get hard.
I kissed her again.
Me: I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s wrong.
J: Probably you’re too emotional and it’s affecting your performance. Do you need Viagra?
Me: Right.
J: Do you want to continue?
She kissed me.
Me: I think I want to lick you with my spicy tongue.
J: It’s still numb??? Weakling. You probably eat Mala at the no-la level.
Me: I don’t even eat Mala.
We kissed.
J: Look, we don’t have to do it now you know. I really enjoy your company. And the teasing, the making out.
Me: I do too.
J: Let’s just watch Netflix ok? If you’re up for it, maybe we can add the chill later.
Me: Sure.
She got off me and I pulled up my boxers. It was a little embarrassing that I couldn’t perform when she wanted me to. Yet I had no such issues with Shirlyn that weekend, although I probably developed an issue later on when she tried to blow me but I wasn’t aroused.
Jasmine went to the freezer and brought out a tub of Ben & Jerry’s Chocolate Therapy.
J: Nah. For your mouth.
I took it from her.
J: Make sure you feed me too ok! It’s not all for you.
She curled up against me again, lying on my tummy while we ate ice cream and watched Singles Inferno on Netflix.
After two hours I guess she was getting bored or tired.
J: Hey, can you stay over tonight?
Me: Sure.
J: You’re not sleeping on the couch.
Me: Ok.
J: I want to hug you to sleep.
Me: Alright.
We headed to the room and washed up before getting into bed.
At first she was facing me but switched positions into the small spoon later on.
Smelling her hair, holding her against me, I felt a stirring down below. She felt it too.
J: Wow. What just happened?
Me: I think it woke up.
J: I’m not wet, just rub it on the outside?
She turned her head to kiss me and I caressed her boobs, brushing against her nipples. She moaned softly.
I went south and felt around her lips as my dickhead rubbed around the exterior.
J: I’m getting wet.
Me: I can feel it.
J: Please put it in.
I positioned from behind and slid it in slowly. Her moan upon entry turned me on so much that I twitched and she felt it.
I cupped both her breasts as I thrust into her from behind, nibbling on her earlobe and kissing her neck. She started rubbing her clit.
J: It feels so good.
A couple minutes of thrusting she stopped me.
J: I want to ride you.
I pulled out and lay down, she got on top, lowering herself onto my pole. I held on to her hips as she ground her clit against me. I felt her tremble as she came and collapsed onto me, my dick still deep inside her.
She kissed me.
J: I really missed having sex with you. Now fuck me.
I didn’t need a second invitation and started thrusting upwards as I grabbed her ass.
J: Harder!
I wondered how much harder I could go, considering each stroke caused my thighs to slap loudly against her butt.
I pulled out and lay her face down flat, entering from behind. I could go deep this way.
J: Haha. Your tummy is like a pillow on my butt.
I spread her cheeks and went as deep as I could.
J: Ahhhh… I haven’t felt that in a long time.
I felt her tighten around me, but I didn’t want to cum so fast.
I flipped her over and went in, leaning forward to kiss her. She wrapped her legs around my back.
Me: Don’t. I might cum inside.
J: I started the pill again.
Me: What? Were you expecting to have sex?
J: You have no idea how much I wanted this to happen.
We kissed.
Me: I think I do.
I resumed thrusting, going deep, feeling her insides contract. It was either her kegels, or she was cumming again. I composed myself.
J: Don’t hold it in.
Me: I’m not.
A few more minutes of thrusting and I felt the familiar feeling. She probably sensed it and wrapped her legs tighter around my back while pull me towards her. She kissed my neck as I released my load into her. She kissed me, our tongues intertwined as I shot my sperm deep into her.
J: Shit. I thought you were having sex with others. Why does it feel like you shot a gallon into me.
Me: I didn’t sleep with anyone else after we reconnected.
She ruffled my hair.
J: Silly boy.
We hugged for awhile as my deflated penis slowly slipped out of her.
J: Shit! Tissue!
I grabbed the box as she cupped her pussy to prevent staining the bed. I passed her the tissues as she blotted up my escaping semen.
J: Let’s go shower.
We wasted a lot of water as we made out under the shower for what seemed like the longest time, before drying off and going back to bed. We cuddled with her facing me again.
J: Thank you for coming back to me. I know it’s been hard.
Me: I’m not going to leave unless you ask me to.
J: I know.
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ouzo18
Bro Shrouded, filet O fish is your Viagra….you forgotten? Lol
And the duck rice. Lol.
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Originally Posted by
ouzo18
Bro Shrouded, filet O fish is your Viagra….you forgotten? Lol
And the duck rice. Lol.
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CalvinKleine
Thanks bro shrouded for sharing your story. Your story is one of my favourites here in this forum, since many years back.
Thanks for the support!
As usual, since Jasmine wasn’t in the habit of drawing her curtains, I woke up when the sun started shining in my face. I drew the curtains then went to wash up. It was only 7 plus in the morning but somehow I was already wide awake. I didn’t want to wake her so I opened her fridge to see what might be available for breakfast.
I found bacon, ham, sausages, hash browns and eggs. I suppose it wouldn’t be too hard to whip up a simple breakfast.
I browsed YouTube for a bit to see how exactly to cook scrambled eggs and settled on Gordon Ramsay’s video. Except I didn’t know what the hell creme fraiche was so I suppose milk would do the trick. But I guess chocolate milk wouldn’t work so I settled on mayonnaise.
I cooked the bacon in its own fat before cooking the ham, sausages and hashbrowns. Thankfully there was still some fat leftover so I poured in the eggs.
I was so engrossed that I didn’t realize someone watching me from the doorway.
F: Wah. Naked Chef ah?
I turned and saw Felicia wearing just an oversized t-shirt, her nipples clearly showing through the fabric. I was kind of regretting only wearing my boxers.
She came up to me and purposely brushed them against my arm.
Me: Oi!
F: Didn’t know you can cook.
Me: I can’t, and I’m going to burn this if you keep disturbing me.
She reached down and grabbed my half-tent.
F: Is this on the menu too? Hahahahaha.
Alicia suddenly showed up, also just wearing an oversized t-shirt, her large chest straining against the fabric.
A: I thought I smelt something.
Me: I didn’t know you two were home.
F: Oh we came back last night and heard lots of noises from the master bedroom. Figured something was going on.
A: Eh. Why are you hard? Is cooking turning you on?
F: Oh oops. My bad. I just rubbed against him.
Alicia came up to my other side and pressed her chest against my other arm.
Me: Oi! Burning already!
With the two of them rubbing their chest against me, there was no way my little bro was going back to sleep.
Alicia grabbed it too.
A: Wow it’s so hard. I don’t recall it being so hard.
Me: Morning erection.
F: While cooking?
Me: Eh, pass me the mayo.
Felicia passed me the bottle and I squirted some mayo into the eggs before stirring. They both laughed.
A: At least we know it’s mayo that he put in there.
J: What’s going on?
Jasmine appeared too, also just wearing an oversized t-shirt, which was kind of expected as we had gone to bed naked the night before.
J: And why are you hard???
Me: Just making breakfast.
She eyed me suspiciously.
J: Which sausage do you want me to eat?
They all laughed.
Me: Ok. That’s it. I didn’t know you two were home, so if you’ll just give me some time and space, I’ll make another two portions.
J: Let’s give my new husband some space.
A&F: Huh? He proposed???
J: Oh no. But he certainly is acting like one.
F: Chey. Hope we don’t get poisoned.
I sighed and took out more of the breakfast items to cook.
Breakfast was fine. Apparently mayo goes rather well with scrambled eggs.
After breakfast I headed back home, still without a clear idea of what my relationship with Jasmine was supposed to be.
She had walked in on Alicia and Felicia practically molesting me and she didn’t seem to care. Or perhaps she was really good at hiding it. Whatever the case was, I guess I had nearly the whole week to figure it out as I was working from home.
I only had to head back to the office on Monday to meet with Rebecca for my weekly session. That was something I certainly wasn’t looking forward to.
As usual, since Jasmine wasn’t in the habit of drawing her curtains, I woke up when the sun started shining in my face. I drew the curtains then went to wash up. It was only 7 plus in the morning but somehow I was already wide awake. I didn’t want to wake her so I opened her fridge to see what might be available for breakfast.
I found bacon, ham, sausages, hash browns and eggs. I suppose it wouldn’t be too hard to whip up a simple breakfast.
I browsed YouTube for a bit to see how exactly to cook scrambled eggs and settled on Gordon Ramsay’s video. Except I didn’t know what the hell creme fraiche was so I suppose milk would do the trick. But I guess chocolate milk wouldn’t work so I settled on mayonnaise.
I cooked the bacon in its own fat before cooking the ham, sausages and hashbrowns. Thankfully there was still some fat leftover so I poured in the eggs.
I was so engrossed that I didn’t realize someone watching me from the doorway.
F: Wah. Naked Chef ah?
I turned and saw Felicia wearing just an oversized t-shirt, her nipples clearly showing through the fabric. I was kind of regretting only wearing my boxers.
She came up to me and purposely brushed them against my arm.
Me: Oi!
F: Didn’t know you can cook.
Me: I can’t, and I’m going to burn this if you keep disturbing me.
She reached down and grabbed my half-tent.
F: Is this on the menu too? Hahahahaha.
Alicia suddenly showed up, also just wearing an oversized t-shirt, her large chest straining against the fabric.
A: I thought I smelt something.
Me: I didn’t know you two were home.
F: Oh we came back last night and heard lots of noises from the master bedroom. Figured something was going on.
A: Eh. Why are you hard? Is cooking turning you on?
F: Oh oops. My bad. I just rubbed against him.
Alicia came up to my other side and pressed her chest against my other arm.
Me: Oi! Burning already!
With the two of them rubbing their chest against me, there was no way my little bro was going back to sleep.
Alicia grabbed it too.
A: Wow it’s so hard. I don’t recall it being so hard.
Me: Morning erection.
F: While cooking?
Me: Eh, pass me the mayo.
Felicia passed me the bottle and I squirted some mayo into the eggs before stirring. They both laughed.
A: At least we know it’s mayo that he put in there.
J: What’s going on?
Jasmine appeared too, also just wearing an oversized t-shirt, which was kind of expected as we had gone to bed naked the night before.
J: And why are you hard???
Me: Just making breakfast.
She eyed me suspiciously.
J: Which sausage do you want me to eat?
They all laughed.
Me: Ok. That’s it. I didn’t know you two were home, so if you’ll just give me some time and space, I’ll make another two portions.
J: Let’s give my new husband some space.
A&F: Huh? He proposed???
J: Oh no. But he certainly is acting like one.
F: Chey. Hope we don’t get poisoned.
I sighed and took out more of the breakfast items to cook.
Breakfast was fine. Apparently mayo goes rather well with scrambled eggs.
After breakfast I headed back home, still without a clear idea of what my relationship with Jasmine was supposed to be.
She had walked in on Alicia and Felicia practically molesting me and she didn’t seem to care. Or perhaps she was really good at hiding it. Whatever the case was, I guess I had nearly the whole week to figure it out as I was working from home.
I only had to head back to the office on Monday to meet with Rebecca for my weekly session. That was something I certainly wasn’t looking forward to.
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Neoguri
Was picturing this in my mind…. having 3 women I had ons in the kitchen molesting me while I cook…
Cannot imagine what’s going on in all your minds.
BTW, she has the habit of not closing the curtains….
Be careful you all might end up in one of bro Luckyou videos!
Just joking because he is in the west I think, but you guys are in the north.
There’s 2 curtains, the normal one and the slightly translucent one? The translucent one is usually closed. Not too worried about people seeing actually, cos I think can only see the outlines.
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Originally Posted by
Neoguri
Was picturing this in my mind…. having 3 women I had ons in the kitchen molesting me while I cook…
Cannot imagine what’s going on in all your minds.
BTW, she has the habit of not closing the curtains….
Be careful you all might end up in one of bro Luckyou videos!
Just joking because he is in the west I think, but you guys are in the north.
There’s 2 curtains, the normal one and the slightly translucent one? The translucent one is usually closed. Not too worried about people seeing actually, cos I think can only see the outlines.
I guess the concept of WFH must have been foreign to Rebecca, despite her having WFH for so long.
Sunday night she had texted to say that she would be seeing me at 830am.
I initially didn’t want to drive, as I didn’t know what time she was going to arrange the session, otherwise I would have to pay for the day license. But seeing as it was first thing in the morning, I suppose I could just go early, and then chill somewhere then find an excuse to be in the office the entire day. $20 wasn’t a huge sum to pay for the convenience.
I had a super long breakfast at the hawker center before heading to the office. As I walked past the entrance into the main lobby, a sports car stopped at the drop off point and Rebecca alighted. It wasn’t the same sports car as the other night, but the windows were so tinted that I couldn’t tell if it was the same guy or not.
Rebecca was wearing a top that totally exposed her shoulders, and a super short and tight skirt. Definitely not office wear, she looked more like she was going clubbing.
She saw me waiting for the lift and hurried over.
R: That’s my husband.
Me: Huh. I didn’t ask anything.
R: I know you saw me.
So I guess she had a type? Guys who drove expensive sports cars. I wondered why she actually needed to work, considering it appeared as though her husband was well-off, being able to afford such a car.
R: Glad you’re early today.
Me: You said 830 right?
R: Well, I didn’t expect you to come so early.
Me: I didn’t think it would be wise to go against my manager’s request.
R: Ah. So you’re acknowledging me as your manager now?
Me: You are going to be the manager right?
R: I guess so.
We reached our floor and headed towards the office. The split team for this week was only Ken and Rebecca in the office, as seeing that Joan was the only person in marketing at the moment, and she and Cheryl were with me. Would that mean that Jasmine would eventually be placed on the same team as Rebecca? That seemed like a recipe for disaster.
I went straight into Shirlyn’s office and sat at the table while Rebecca took the seat beside me, not taking Shirlyn’s chair as perhaps, she recognized that she was not a full manager yet?
Me: You locked the door again?
R: Yeah. I don’t want to be disturbed.
Me: There’s really no need to lock the door.
She ignored me, and swivelled her chair to face me, her legs spreading wide, before crossing them, something like what Sharon Stone did in Basic Instinct. I swear I caught sight of something white between her legs.
R: So. How’s everything?
Me: I’m good. Work’s fine.
To her credit again, she really just discussed work issues. I was just waiting for her to bring up Jasmine as a topic, or perhaps even me sleeping with the girls in the office.
R: So Jasmine is coming back. Marketing will have two.
Me: I know.
R: I do not wish to be in the same split team arrangement as her. So I’ll put her in your team.
Me: You know whatever issues you two have probably should be worked out professionally right?
R: I am being professional. I know you work well with her. And I’m assuming when you’re on the same team, work will get done faster.
Me: I guess?
R: Any problems with that?
Me: Don’t think so.
R: Now seriously…
There it was. The question she’d always been asking.
R: Did anything happen between you two that I should know about?
Me: Nope.
R: I do not wish for any personal issues to affect your work.
Me: I know. It won’t.
R: Honestly, I don’t give a shit if you slept with her or not. Or anyone else for that matter.
Me: Errr.
R: Look, maybe I came across as this gossipy bitch. But work is work. You can do whatever you want as long as it doesn’t affect work.
Me: I know.
R: But when Jasmine suddenly resigned, it’s obvious that the marketing department’s output suffered.
Me: I suppose it did.
R: In any case, I don’t think you’re the type who will sleep around. You seem too nice and honest.
I tried hard not to snigger. She was a really bad judge of character.
R: But other than the boss, you’re the only guy here who I haven’t slept with yet.
Me: Thanks for the unwanted information.
R: You’re shocked?
Me: I don’t have an opinion.
R: When you have issues at home, and you spend so much time in the office. These things happen.
Me: Really?
R: It’s normal la. Everybody does it.
Me: I’m not so sure about that.
R: Then it’s just me lor. Any problem with that?
Me: Nope. No problem.
R: Ok good. If you face any issues with your work or colleagues, be sure to look for me.
Me: Alright.
R: If you face any other issues, you’re welcome to look for me as well.
Me: I’m not so sure what you mean, but ok.
R: Don’t act innocent la.
Me: I’m not. I just don’t really do these things.
R: It’s human behaviour. Didn’t you learn about this during your diploma?
Me: I don’t think my diploma said anything about sleeping with my entire office.
R: You won’t understand. Go read up on Maslow’s Hierarchy. Anyway I have nothing further for you. You may leave after the virtual meeting with the rest of the team.
Me: Ok.
After the morning meeting I just stayed at my desk to clear whatever emails were unread and to see if any of the sites had any unresolved issues. It was a rather quiet day.
Around lunchtime, Rebecca finally came out of her office.
R: Why are you still here?
Me: Red plate car.
R: It’s only $20 right? Just go home?
Me: I can clear my work here.
R: Do you have anything left to do?
Me: Not really.
R: Would you like me to give you something to do then?
Me: Does it involve sleeping with my colleagues?
R: HAHAHAHA! You have around 6 hours to go. I doubt you can last that long.
Me: Yeah I was being sarcastic.
R: I’m not stupid.
Me: I’m sure you aren’t.
R: Now I can’t tell if you’re being sarcastic.
Me: I read up on Maslow then. Would you like a report?
R: Sure. Maybe you can tell me what you manage to learn before you leave today.
Suddenly Ken appeared.
K: Oh. Didn’t know you were here.
I didn’t really respond to him.
R: Ken and I have a lunch appointment with an external vendor, we should be back in a couple of hours.
Somehow I wondered how true that was.
Me: Ok.
R: You’re in charge here. Remember to lock the door if you’re going for lunch.
Me: Ok.
They left the office. Some part of me was really curious and wanted to follow them against better judgement, since I had nothing to do anyway. But I guess that would be stupid.
Instead, I opened Chrome and googled for Maslow to see what the fuss was all about.