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And the office smut keeps coming...spamming's quite exhilarating isn't it? Like stuffing mini egg after mini egg in your mouth, though you know you should stop because technically the Easter Bunny brought them for the children, not you...
Oh. I'm on a sugar high. That explains so much ;-)
Rule of Thumb
Giles’ office was filled with plastic in shades of grey, irritatingly bland. His feet rested on carpet that contained no wool, his backside against fake leather, his elbows on a desk made from compressed sawdust.
Which made the long, heavy weight in his hand worth a moment’s consideration because it was solid oak, smoothed by use and old enough that it showed only inches.
Giles gave it that moment before pushing back from his desk and bringing it swinging down against skin so pale the rushing shadow of the approaching ruler lay dark as a bruise. But not as painful.
Oh. I'm on a sugar high. That explains so much ;-)
Rule of Thumb
Giles’ office was filled with plastic in shades of grey, irritatingly bland. His feet rested on carpet that contained no wool, his backside against fake leather, his elbows on a desk made from compressed sawdust.
Which made the long, heavy weight in his hand worth a moment’s consideration because it was solid oak, smoothed by use and old enough that it showed only inches.
Giles gave it that moment before pushing back from his desk and bringing it swinging down against skin so pale the rushing shadow of the approaching ruler lay dark as a bruise. But not as painful.