Dear_______,

Even though I only get to catch brief glimpses of you through the little cracks in my cubicle, it hints to me of further things to come: the clandestine mid-morning rendezvous in the supply cabinet, the lunchtime car meetings where we wrestle over the gear shifts, and then the post-work get-togethers where we ravage each other behind the trash dumpster in the back of the building. Admittedly, there are moments when I have paranoid thoughts, like say, about me finding another person, and then out of revenge, you going to the boss and accusing me of sexual harassment, but I guess this is the price I pay for getting involved sexually with a co-worker. Just please, whatever you do, don't do something like this, I have my whole career to think about!

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