Smack me

If things go on like this much longer I'm going to get into all sorts of trouble. Carl will insist on sloping about with his shirt unbuttoned excessively. All I want to do is run my fingers over those portions of his exposed and sort those pesky buttons* out. I'm making a complete fool of my self and not for the first time over someone young enough to be my son.

Senior Paper Shuffler is on holiday but she's back on Monday. If she finds out I've been drooling over her Pet I'm going to be in deep shit. Of course I haven't checked out his arse. But that's only because I can't get his chest and his grin off my mind.

Oh dear.

* That is, of course, the few he leaves buttoned up - rather than those delightfully unbuttoned ones.