Fred reached out both hands and carefully massaged her breasts, running
into deeper and deeper circles. "YES, YES!!" cried Melissa. "Oh,
BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!!"Fred opens his eys and turns off the alarm
clock. He gets up and showers, thinking about the wonderful dream he just
had. If only it were true. No one pays attention to him at work, or
anywhere else for that matter. He is a bumbling dorkus maximus. Fred sighed as he got off the bus. He walked up to the big office building where he worked and pressed for the 45th floor. *BING* Fred stepped off the elevator and walked humbly to the mail room. He got the mail and started sorting it through his cart. Anderson, Chitone, MacDowell, Chitone . . . He pushed the cart out through the small door to the mailroom and began his circuit. Almost immediately, he saw Bethany, the receptionist. She was a popular prude, who never spoke with Fred. Today things were different. "Fred, you look great today. Have you done something different?" "No. Not really." "Well, wow. I don't know it's something I guess I never noticed. So, how was last evening?" "OK, I guess." "Well, we went out to this club. It was so cool, but the guys that night were lame. Maybe you'd like to go sometime." "OK." Bethany smiled broadly and continued down the hall. Fred felt terrible. He knew she was just playing a joke on him to make him feel worse. She was blonde with a great figure, and a smile that said 'I'm open for business.' That's why she was the receptionist. Fred pushed his cart around. The others in the office noticed something different too. This had to be a conspiricy.
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