"I'll meet you outside HR." Dave promised, giving Jenny another kiss and a pat on the ass as she slipped out of his office.
He waited a moment then hurried over to his desk, fumbling out the golden pen. 'Neither Jenny Mahony nor I have any STDs, and my semen won't get her pregnant.' He scribbled on a fresh sheet of paper. 'The bite on my shoulder did not break the skin and will not leave a mark.' He paused unsure what to write next.
He felt he ought to do something for Jenny, he'd inflicted so much embarrassment on her. Could he maybe change her memories? Wipe out her emotional scar tissue? But if he did that it would change her whole personality, and might erase the afternoon they'd spent loving together. He was equally scared to try changing the past--would he still remember what had originally happened? Or maybe everyone else would remember the "new" history and he'd be the one in the dark.
'Jenny will continue healing and overcoming her emotional traumas.' It sounded weak, but he didn't have any better ideas. 'No one will object if Jenny and I date or when I flirt or screw on company time.' There, Dave thought, if Jenny wants to be with me she can, and neither she nor anyone else will complain when I fool around.
Dave considered taking the pen home with him, but decided the temptation to use it might be too much. He locked it back in his drawer and headed out.
There was an envelope on Jodie's desk with "Boss-man" written on it. Dave picked it up and continued on to the elevator. Almost everyone had gone home some time ago, so Dave had the elevator to himself. Inside the envelope was a DVD with today's date and the initials JLM as well as a slip of paper with a handwritten note:
'Boss-man,
Mama Jodie is both amazed and a-feared at your display of stamina--guess I didn't so much drain you as jump-start your engine! I rescheduled your meetings tomorrow in case you decide to spend the day in bed with that freaky blond bimbo. (I saw that love-bite, rawr!) I mean, spend the day "celebrating your promotion". Don't worry, Mama Jodie knows where enough bodies are buried that aint no one going to say boo about anything. Just save some cock for me, okay? ;-()
xoxo,
Mama J'
Dave stuck the note in his pocket and left the elevator, heading for HR.