Fuckbuddy

It took about two minutes for him to reply. HerBlueRose: Don’t be silly. You’re my woman in bed, aren’t you? Or do you prefer the more descriptive term of fuckbuddy? I rolled my eyes. He couldn’t go five minutes without lapsing into dirty talk. This time, it was my fault. I asked a stupid question. I put my phone away and went back to work. Now that Rainey got out of my hair, I could focus on my main responsibilities in Operations Management. A large part of them involved reading reports, tons and tons of reports. I got another cup of coffee before diving into the latest managerial accounting reports from one of our copper mines in Qeru. The daily production report was filled with key performance indicators that would sound funny to an outsider. Average Swing Time wasn’t about the practice of swapping partners. Degree Of Purity And Physical Characteristics referred to lumps of copper ores and not a person. Dump Time wasn’t about how long you spent on the potty. I used to giggle at that