Ensorcelled by her décolletage, he knew he must focus. Her dress and prodigal cleavage; all too obvious. Exemplary devices, to distract, debilitate and dispel the slew of unresolved issues. Their behaviour – vainglorious and arrogant - was no excuse for the way he had been treated, or for what they had done. This cheap use of sex as a distraction typified the depths to which they would stoop. He was fractious and ready to fight. He’d had enough. Now was his time.
“Good afternoon sir. How may I help,” she pouted.
The way she looked at him. His eyes drifted downward...........
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