Come on, why do you have to use me as an example?
Anyway, when I was working sales at Nordstrom in Somerset I was seeing a few girls who also worked in the mall. Well, it became common practice to take said girls up to the second floor of the stock room and have "relations." :lol: Well, a few minutes in to one of the sessions I hear the door to the stock room open up. I look down (the floor to the second story of the stock room was like very thick perferated metal) and see my manager (also a guy and a cooze hound) below me looking for a shirt for a customer. We went quiet, but still proceeded on. She let out a moan and my boss just stopped...but didn't look up. 10 minutes later I hear a snicker and look behind me to see 6 people (including my manager at the time) watching me go to work on this fine young lady. My manager did hear us, went back out to the floor, rounded up 5 other employees and they came into the stock room and very quietly made their ways up the stairs. When we finished up and walked out of the stock room everyone on the floor was standing there chearing and clapping...even the 3 female employees, the gay guys, and a few people from the SUIT and also the SHOE departments. I turned red and started laughing, she made a B-line out the store and into the mall. Needless to say that girl NEVER came back to my department for anything, not even to come get me to go to lunch. I always had to go to her. :lol:
Yesterday I found my camera...which was last used for my party...