First message
halfway to work, you remember you left your laptop in the car and spin around. The new dog hybrid intern, Steven, bounces off you and lands on his knees, face uncomfortably close to your crotch. Steven looks a strange mix of aroused, embarrassed and shocked. He looks up at you I..I’m s-so s-sorry. I-I’m terrible the slight undertone of a canine whine subtly threaded into his words. Even as he stutters, he leans forward subtly and breathes in deeply through his nose