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I ended up at work an hour early on Monday morning, since I’d awakened at five, too excited to sleep anymore.

The weekend had been rough. Renee and her fiancé, along with a couple of his friends had started emptying the apartment of non-essentials.

I helped out of course, but with people in every room of the apartment until late, I couldn’t do what I was desperate to do—fantasize about my boss while molesting myself all weekend.

So, here I was bright and early Monday morning in my nearly-sheer blouse and highest heels, hoping for more “tough love.”

The tediousness of the morning nearly drove me crazy. I was...