This was all her fault… she had to mention the stupid crocodile story, & then! To top it off, she had to e-mail him the damn article! Was she hinting at something? She'd never seen him naked? How would she know how… large or… NO! He wasn't even going to think, that word! He shuddered… he was not… he didn't have that… problem.
Then he thought about it a little deeper… why was she concerned about his penis? Why was she even considering… HIS, penis? Did she think about him… in that way?
Oh this was so not going to help his dreams at night… they were already bad enough! He was embarrassed enough to even look at his priest in church, after his more recent confessions… it seemed she had eked herself into his dreams, as well as every aspect of his life. It seemed.
Why did it bother him what she thought? They were never going to be… be… be intimate? Oh lord… now he was thinking it in his waking hours! How was he going to continue working with her? He didn't want another partner… but the sexual tension was killing him! And she seemed to be completely oblivious to his feelings… or at least until a week ago.
Now she seemed to return them… at least somewhat, sort of? Oh god… now he was analyzing things! Like the squints, or worse… like Sweets… he shuddered.
Wow… this has been a long two weeks…
All of these thoughts seemed to have led him to this, stupid, organic store…