*Ooof* Sickness -Like Dragon Sickness, But Better

Perry’s feeble attempt at the challenge found here.

You know, you’ve been a real asset to me and the rest of us here. Your hard work, cooperative attitude and work ethic – well all your special talents, really, have been appreciated.

But, I’m going to have to let you go.

Why? Well, as it turns out, the female staff just can’t concentrate around you and a few of the men as well, now that I think about it. When they should be listening to your innovative ideas and jotting down notes about how you see the direction the project should take, instead they’re thinking about innovative positions and doodling “Mrs. Armitage” on their pads.  Even now, I confess, I’m tempted to straighten out that sweater for you, smooth down where it’s wrinkled over your chest, button the last button way down there, or maybe just take the whole thing off altogether.

I wouldn’t call it Dragon Sickness. Maybe Ooof Sickness.  Just a taste, just a whiff, get too close  and there’s an irresistible urge to want more.

Is there no other choice? Well, I’d have to keep you away from the staff. Tell you what, if you really want to stay, I can put another desk in  Dr.O’s office. You’d report to her exclusively. She claims she’s immune to your charms.  Inoculated, as it were.  Might have something to do with that magic ring she wears on her left hand.

What do you mean how can you thank me? I’m human. You have resources. figure it out.