Seven Deadly Sins. By CpSingleton © 2014
Gareth’s desk was the best in the office. Left or right would offer him an under the table spot of knicker watching.
Sadie’s black lacy number to the left and Caroline’s thong to the right.
He found himself hypnotised by their soft, fleshy thighs, leading to those knickers.
He imagined his own face buried deep in them…tongue inching out, sniffing the air like a rattlesnake ready to pounce.
THE FIRE ALARM brought him back to grey reality.
He stood to follow the others to the gathering point and realised he couldn’t walk properly. People pointed in shock. Questions would follow.