Walked into the leasing office yesterday to fax some papers... business papers, and the girl running the place is there. She's smoking hot. Blonde, perfect man made bolt on breasts, and sexy as hell and wearing a lowcut top.
She says... "Aren't you The1BigWillie?"
I said, "Yeah." And continued filling out my business papers for the upcoming fax event. Internal monologue -- (Hmm... she knows who I am. She must be keeping an eye on me. Probably wants some sort of kinky office sex or to just show up at my place in nothing but a rain coat. I wonder if she bleaches her wrinkled penny? What am I doing here? Oh.. faxing.)
So when I'm done faxing she says... "You live in #### don't you?"
My inner monologue is screaming in my head and I'm starting to notice that I'm going to need to cover my impending erection with the business papers.
I say... "Yes I do, why?"
She says... "I live right above you. That was me you were screaming at during the KSU v Xavier game. You were pretty worked up."
I apologized about a hundred times and explained that I had blacked out and was very drunk. She kinda laughed.
My inner monologue still thinks she wants to bang me.
