This is like a how-to on job interviewing 😀
“Y-yes, Mr. Huntington.”
Milly stood in the center of his luxuriously appointed office, dawdling. Slayde sat on the edge of his desk with his arms crossed. She was here for a reason: Slayde’s peener. And a job interview.
“Mr. Huntington, your penis–”
“There is absolutely nothing wrong with it,” Slayde said, fairly curt. “Ask the doorman.”
Slayde sighed and rose. “Milly, it’s time we face the inevitable. You and I…
What on earth can Slayde mean?! Find out next time!