Moving Teresa
It was late in the day when someone knocked on my cubicle. I cringed and hoped it wasn't another work request. I looked up from my keyboard and slowly turned around. Theresa stuck her head in sideways. She smiled and walked in. She's a short girl-- no, give her credit-- a woman, wide hipped and small boobed, mid 30s. "What's up? Heading home?" I asked. "You got a minute?" she asked in her cute twangy accent. She rested her head against a metal filing cabinet and reclined her body....