This is when it comes. This is why… “You know what to do,” he mutters in a barely-there voice. Without any further prompt, like a reflex, I kick off my boots, leaving them by the door. Then I make quick work of the buttons on my uniform shirt, removing it and leaving it folded on the floor. I do the same with my undershirt.
Now what kind of fucked up workplace sexual harassment suit waiting to happen bullshit is THIS????
