So, my boss and I always flirt, right? He's a real nice, bi black guy, who happens to be pretty "big". He once told me he was 9.5", and I coquettishly batted my eyes at him and blew that off as hooey. I always assert that I'll mess around with him once he's proved it. ...He proved it tonight. Holy crap, he PROVED IT. We're talking pressing full hard-on thru clothing against me as we brushed in a doorway. It was SO on purpose on his part. And, um... yeah. I didn't do anything but scold him playfully... I'm being good. I'm in a relationship. I'm dating SOMEONE. I am NOT DIDDLING MY BOSS. ...AAAAGH! Jesus Christ. Fitz needs to get his ass back from Las Vegas and screw me NOW.