Ticking Things Off The List Before I Left...

Alright, so you know I work at a firm. But I switched firms a few years ago.  I think I may have told you about the people who worked at my office. Short story: the hiring partner at the old firm seemed to like to hire men who were either gay or who were more than happy to have their balls cutoff. (sorry talking about the men of that firm just brings out my bitch) But then there was the records room guy. We have a records room, even though most everything is hard copy. The records room guy we hired a few years before I left was this younger Black guy, who I will call M.

M's about 6'2, broad shouldered, shaved head with a goatee. He played a little college football before a knee injury and he (FORTUNATELY) did not let it keep him staying in shape. He has that dangerous look about him. I've never asked him much about his past, but I've heard him talking to other attorneys and he speaks very (this will sound bad) White, but I've heard him speak to some other guys and he reminded me of this kid from ghetto who had gotten mixed up in a gang that we represented in a truancy pro bono case. Anyways, M's got tattoos up and down his arm. 

I would interact with M very infrequently, but damn I'd love to watch him go by. And when I did talk to him, he had this way of looking at me that made get flustered. All I could think about if I was talking to him for more than a minute was what his cock must taste like. Very, very distracting to be around him. My secretary used to give me grief about how I'd act around him.