it was miles away, but with each step became much closer, as if her legs were miles long in height. When she finally reached the glass door, she pulled it open and slipped edgewise into the building, before stumbling up to the second floor.

As she got up the steps she heard sniffling noises. She wasn’t thinking about what they were. She wasn’t thinking much at all. But as she got up closer, the thought crossed her mind. Is he crying?





Concern and anger and confusion followed her up the stairs as the light of the second floor exploded into view, along with the unobstructed sound of the sniffling. And when her eyes adjusted to the source, she saw a man on his hands and knees, as if in desperationand horror. And then her eyes finally reached full focus.





He was on his hands and knees with his pants pulled down to his kneecaps next to your mom’s desk. With his left hand holding onto his erect penis and his right hand onto your mom’s chair, which his face was pressed into the seat of as he took in sharp breaths.

As your mom saw it, she suddenly felt her rage and disgust come back to her, all at once. Her punitive will and righteous indignation, the very same that had her choosing him to come to work while everyone else sat at home and enjoyed their time off. It was all back again, and even better, it was all justified.





And with that, feeling like this would be the