Let's Get Grinded A raunchy girl hit on me today at work. Though I am not sure if raunchy really describes her. Maybe confused and raunchy. It went like this.

I like you, she said.
Excuse me?
You make me so into you.
I was in the middle of stocking shelves and had my hands full. I looked down at all of the things in my hands, trying to think.
Ok, I said. I'm married.
That don't matter, she said quickly. I ain't never getting married anyway.
But, I said. I don't know. What do you want me to say?
She leaned in: My nipples get so wet when I see you.
I don't know, I said.
I can make your balls so hard, she said and leaned towards me grabbing both my knees. She head butted my stomach with force, knocking Scotch gift wrap tape onto the floor.
Jesus, I'm married, what are you doing? I yelled and backed away, holding my stomach, a few products still in my hands.
Shoot, don't get swool, she said. I'm just getting sentimental.
I put all of the products onto the nearest shelf, pushing everything to the back. I laid my hand on her right breast and then, with my other hand, slapped the hand away.
That's just it, baby. Lay it out, she said, walking close to me.
You make my balls so hod, I said. I meant to say hard.
My large nipples are wet for this, she said in my ear.
I smacked her on the butt.
She tried to smack me as well but hit my keys.
Let's get grinded, I said.
Do you have a new condom she said?
Well we have all of that on aisle 12.
Thanks, she said.

Most of this is not true. Work was different today.  ¶ 2:36 PM