I slept fairly well last night, but kept thinking of that pretty thing in the office.
Yes she is very pretty and it is my Rosemary's idea that what I do in the office is my own affair and I don't have to interfere in her; formerly our; subliminal bliss.
Yes she is very pretty, looking at her at this very moment I see her quivering in anticipation; waiting for that rapturous moment when her beautiful coverings are removed to reveal the sweet scent of her unlaid body and she is deflowered by some unscrupulous snoring person.
It was my wife Rosemary who decided my office needed more utilisation due to its commodious proportions, I now have a pretty look about the office, with a beautiful floral design quilted covered bed stuck there in full view.
I can imagine the look of horror when lady visitors arrive at the office, I may test it out on a sporty younger female friend, like, "First door on the right, make yourself comfy, i'll be with you shortly.