Timing is Everything
Timing is Everything I tried to ignore how the middle-aged, married guy next to me on the elevator was trying to surreptitiously get a good look down my cleavage. At least he was trying to be subtle about it, and I guess I couldn't blame him. As long as he didn't try to grab my ass, make a lewd comment, or worse, then we were cool. Still, it was one more thing I wouldn't miss, as I thought to myself just as the elevator chimed out its arrival at my floor. As I stepped off, I was sure...