October 14, 2021

Greetings Laff Lovers,

We had some VIPs come to the office earlier this week and one of them was an attractive, middle-aged woman with a mature, Bettie Page kind of hourglass figure stuffed into a smart-looking silk blouse and a relatively modest just-above-the-knee length skirt.

When I was introduced to her I said, "Hi. I'm TZ, the Operations Officer."

But in my mind I said, "Hi. I'm TZ. I'd like to smell your ass."

Then all of a sudden the smile seemed to freeze on her face. Time stood still in that weird, preternatural sort of way like when you do something really, really stupid and each second seems to stretch out forever. And I thought to myself, 'Oh, shit. I just said that second part out loud.'

But then the moment passed and the woman said, "Hi, nice to meet you." And everything went on like normal. But as God as my witness I couldn't tell whether or not I had just irredeemably embarrassed myself, and she was just being extraordinarily polite in ignoring my monumental gaffe.

A couple minutes later, when the conversation turned away from me, I leaned over to Lewis who was also in the meeting and whispered, "Did anything unusual just happen?"

"What do you mean?" he whispered back.

"Did I just say something really stupid? I mean, more stupid than usual?"

He shook his head, "No."

"Thank God," I said.

But the incident was a wake up call for me. I have been an inveterate, unrepentant pervert for so long, I can't tell when I'm crossing the line anymore. And I'm pretty sure it's just going to get worse the older I get.

I really have to reevaluate my life. Is this the man I want to spend the rest of my life as? A deviant with a single-minded obsession with tits and ass and the sense of humor of a 15-year-old? Or can I finally accept the maturity of my years and find fulfillment in loftier pursuits?

On the other hand, I would have given my left pinkie finger to wear that woman's ass as a hat for five mintues.

Enlightenedly,

TZ

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