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Who wouldn’t want to live a life of luxury, even the holiest person on earth would love to. I know life isn’t full of it and it has to be worked for. What are the luxurious things in life you would love to have? I would like to share a couple of mine with you.

It’s my utmost desire to travel on a yacht with my partner, sail for a couple of days on a sparkling blue sea where we would be alone, spend time with each other, no disturbances from any one. Take dives into the water once in a while, go to sleep at night with the sound of the cool breeze and wake up to the summer warm’t on our skin.

Another luxury I would love to delight myself in is riding in the new Toyota 2016 highlander, I just love the sleek smoothness of it, wish I could stroke the body of the car with my tongue like it’s chocolate… I definitely prefer the grey colored one that can fit a number of eight people. I admire the cool, comfortable interior like I could turn it into my bedroom and sleep all night in it. The sound system is so tempting, I could actually open up a family disco club in it. Ha ha..

However , I need to mention that I hunger for a big studio full of books of all sorts of genre, with art work hung all around the walls; I love art work a lot but unfortunately bad in drawing. The studio should have a good sound system, so that anytime I feel drained from writing I could just sit, relax and flow with the sound of the rhythm of music. I wouldn’t want it to have a TV set, else I would end up not writing anything- I’m a movie freak! This isn’t all but they are some of the most desirous luxurious life I would love to live. Don’t get me wrong I’m not a materialistic person but once in a while there are somethings we wish we could have and just maybe we’ll get them.

So what luxury would you like to lavish yourself with? Think about it.

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Here is the other part of the story:

I did as I was told, I walked out of the office, Shut down my computer and drove home without opening the white envelope. I kept glancing at it almost every ten seconds wondering what was inside it. When I got to my Sex-0n-the-beach home. I took a few short breath and opened it….I saw nothing, it was just an envelope inside another envelope and inside another empty envelope.

I am the player, not the game to be played– I was tempted to call her but decided against it as she had instructed I call her the following day after cracking the nut; unfortunately I was still struggling with that shit.

I took a stroll down to the seaside, and allowed myself to be taken over by the cool breeze, with my hair tussled and a deep frown across my forehead, wondering what that was all about back there in the office, and with the damn empty envelope. I tried to recall the words she said to me in the office but it made no absolute sense to me, I have never been one to listen to women COO COO into my head, too bad for me, she’s my boss, my employer…. not just any woman.

She’s sexy! RIGHT.…She’s single and successful with lots of rich men flocking around her competing to bow at her feet, but a very tough one she is, whom I have heard several unsettling tales about–such as being a disciplinarian, career woman,intelligent, no-nonsense b..ch

I got into the office the next day, I placed a call to her but she didn’t pick . About two hours later she called back and asked me to meet her at the head office. That was the first time it crossed my mind that it could be over for me, the mere thought of me loosing my ‘turn a nice dollar job’ made me have a feeling of sensation of coldness run down my spine….

I got to the head office and was allowed into her office amidst tight security armed men. I walked up to her, my heart about to seize. She looked straight into my eyes with a cold expressionless gaze, while she sat back in her sit and asked for the white envelope, I blinked a couple of times and told her that it was empty so I trashed it. She kept mute for a while… said to me, “that empty white envelope represents you Harry, given several chances to be productive in this organisation but still empty, you thrashing that envelope is you simply saying that you can’t work here anymore.” I almost passed out- I tried to apologise for trashing the envelope with the intention of pleading to be more productive at my job.

She immediately hushed me by placing a finger on my lips that had totally gone dry, and removed it again. She opened her soft pinkish-red lips and said to me, “I offered you this job knowing fully well that intellectually you had nothing to offer this organisation, I AM THE ORGANISATION, I nurtured you, made you who you are now”…She got out of her sit, walked around me, she bent again, this time around…She held my balls tightly with her long beautiful fingers, all of a sudden the office went dark and I completely forgot where I was or with whom, I heard the sound of blood rushing into my brain…She squeezed softly and said into my ears, “this is mine…it’s time for you to make your contributions to the organisation.”

What should Harry do in this situation? Kindly make a comment.

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