Alan pressed the buzzer. A young girl answered. He liked what greeted him. Short skirt. A tee-shirt showing a firm and sizeable pair - very tidy, he thought, stepping by as she closed the door.
As I lay here now, thinking about that night, I wonder about myself. How I let what happened happen.
Few places could steal your dignity like an office. Its set hours. Clean desk policies. Endless meetings. Health and safety.