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Monday. The day the working masses dread. The day that begins the long march to the next weekend. Office slaves went to their cubicles and desks, and pounded away at their keyboards in return for a paycheck. That nightmare was now my dream.
I woke up on that Monday morning with a regret-hangover from the previous evening. My unintentional liaison with David was at the forefront of my thoughts as I swung my legs over the side of the bed. I ran a hand through my hair and sighed. My doll protection was gone, the time was Monday morning, and I was slowly changing into a man-attracted succubus. I frowned and stood.
“Come on, Liz,” I whispered to myself. “You just have to get through one day of work and then you can go back to that crazy witch doctor and get that guarantee taken ca
