Your lecherous boss leans over your shoulder and pretends to examine the computer while he is actually straining to look down your blouse. He rests a proprietary and disgustingly gentle hand on your shoulder and begins to massage it a little. In a whisper loud enough for everyone within 10 feet to hear, he says, "Louise, that's a great job! Let's talk some more about it in my office..." As he turns to lead the way, you notice the growing bulge in his pants...

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