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Back on topic Dave.... Is she gay or married?
Shit, forgot to update.
She continues to e-mail him (initiates it) about 4-6 times per day. Same stuff as before. She did escalate it to ask him to tell her the next time he went out for lunch (left the grounds) because she'd like some real food brought in and they'd eat together. Only mentioned her son's dad being at the kid's soccer game, but then today's mail might have sealed the deal: they were talking about the Cubs and she said she and "Clint" (99% sure that is the "spouse's" name) had been trying to get tickets to Cubs games all year but they are sold out. That kinda kicked him the groin, but he's still not giving up hope until he knows for sure that it's still on.
I say he walks up to her and just smacks his mainmast on her desk. At that point, he'll know if it's on or not.
Even though it's a penal institution, I'm not sure that would go over too well.
It would probably be a good thing to remind him that there are other women in the world who a) aren't walking sexual harassment suits b) aren't married and c) like to fuck.
Prove it.
Talk to my receptionist and get an appointment first.
I thought you stabbed her?
Repeatedly.
Pics?
And could you photoshop yourself out of them?
I'll be curious to see how he utilized his Louisville Slugger.
One of our earlier trysts (before she lost the baby fat and had lighter hair). You can barely see me, but I'm in there. Oh dear Lord, I'm in there.
I was eating my dinner when I got to this point in the page.
You owe me a new keyboard......