You Know You Want It

Okay, after repeated exposure to the yummylicious Emcee pic seen below (twice) I decided to print the damn thing out and stick it on my wall right in front of my work desk. Tery is none too pleased, but as she spends about a fourth of the time at the computer as I do, I can deal with this (and so can she). I keep telling her she is free to put up pictures of Annika Sorenstam (as much as she would clash side-by-side with Alan, I am sure) but if she waits much longer there won't be any space.

But now I am thinking it might be a bad idea to put him there. You see, I am a medical transcriptionist by day (and an inventory auditor by night). Whereas the job is very challenging and intellectually rewarding, on these intolerably hot days when the sweat is just sliding down my back and into my eyes, a girl's mind seems to wander so much more easily....and having Alan staring directly at me does nothing to help my body temperature issues in the slightest. Look at him, with that enticing, come-fuck-me look, his arms sassily resting on his hips, his crotch thrust forward. When I look at it I can't stop thinking about licking those nips. Oy. Vey. I really don't think ANYONE should be expected to work in the face of this kind of scrumptiousness. Still, he is easy on the eyes after staring at a hideous DOS-blue computer screen for a few hours. Okay, he can stay.....