She was definitely not skinny. Her young face and satine skin felt fresh and full of life. But once her full lips spoke, she only had words of despair, critique and ridicule. I didn’t care though. My eyes glided along her thighs. Thighs that spoke of womanhood. “Would you like to get something to eat…

There are several colleagues I work with. Some are quite relatable, some are indifferently mediocre and some are the very spawns of hell – or so we like to think. And the best ones are gone, or on their way out. The department is divided into a number of units. I am one of the…