Hello Boys
Went out for an extended lunch today, since I’m off Friday for Bournemouth and leaving a bit early Thursday, I had to talk my boss into letting me have a longer lunch today which I knew wouldn’t be hard. I knew all I’d have to do would be to wear one of his favourite stockings and he’d agree.
I didn’t bring my lunch in today as I knew I’d be having a longer lunch. I stopped in a little café as I often do when I haven’t brought lunch. Harry was serving today who’s the owner of that and 4 other café’s around London. He’s really cute and really interesting to talk to. I’ve been late back loads of times cause I’ve got carried away chatting to him. Nothing to do with the fact he’s 6,2, fit as fuck, has the sexiest Irish accent and the most gorgeous blue eyes I’ve seen on a red head in a long time!
Anyway he didn’t seem himself and when I asked him if he was ok, he said him and his wife weren’t getting on right now. I remember thinking it must be her fault as in the 2 years I’d been coming in there chatting to him he seemed like the nicest of blokes.
He didn’t really go into what the problem was but I could tell it was serious. I didn’t ask too many questions anyway as I had to get back to work. Perhaps I’ll meet up with him after work one day.
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