It Doesn t Hurt to Look Right
It Doesn't Hurt to Look, Right? By Mister Double U I rolled my chair outside my cubicle. I knew that she would be walking by in a moment. You see, Allison always headed towards her friends desk at 4:15pm. It was like clockwork. And I loved to watch her walk by. I heard the clicking of heels on the ceramic floor and stretched my head back. Sure enough, I saw her tight little body swing past the wall and head down the long hallway. Today, she wore a tight...