It was two weeks later, on a Monday, and just like all previous Mondays, the Boob Squad, or the “Nathan Thorne Fan Club,” had to make their presence known as soon as they walked in the door. It had been a boobs-on-parade show all day long, and I was ready to explode.
Just before three, the President made her grand entrance. I watched her through the door as she perked her breasts in her bra before walking in, and I wondered idly if she knew I could see her, or if she just didn’t care. Then again, it could be that I was invisible to her since Nathan’s arrival. I’d officially become another piece of furniture.
Jennifer sat on the edge of his desk. “Nathan, can you take a look at this, please? I think I need to switch something around, but I’m not sure.”
She leaned over, pointing to the se
