I brought on a recent graduate who was desperate for work, but he’s been nothing but a disappointment – botching every task I assign, incapable of following simple directions. My frustration was reaching a breaking point until I remembered my personal stress management technique. When tension mounts, I rely on a specific form of relief that keeps me centered. My private ritual involves backdoor stimulation, a secret I’ve kept carefully guarded. Then my incompetent employee accidentally discovered my toy collection. Suddenly I reconsidered his role – perhaps his true talent lies in a more intimate position. Instead of filing reports, he could be filling me Alexis James. Let’s discover if this is the duty he was meant for all along.
