Brittany Higgins - just a question ..., page-10

Crikey mate, have you ever been sexually harassed.

Its not all that clear now but I'll give it me best shot to
relate it to you as if its happening now.

I'm in the lunch room , more of an alcove but,; in any case we call
it the lunch room. Im letting the mind wander as I usually do a 3 in the afternoon
waiting for the flamin coffee to perk which is worse than waiting for the bloody kettle to boil
when I got this Caspery feeling . like something
you get when you're listening to a ghost story.

But this was no ghost, mate; its me line boss right behind me in her red high heels like Julie
Bishop's, not that I could see them but I could well imagine. She's a few years older than me which
puts her in her mid 40s. I remember me Granny warning me: beware of women in their mid 40s...they're desperate by then!

And let ScoMo be my witness, mate, she puts her chin on me shoulder from behind and I
could feel a hint of nipples on me shoulder blades . Ya see, mate, I have hairy shoulder blades
which gives me ....how can I put it, mate.......I suppose you'd call it ESP...eh?
How about yourself mate; do you have hairy shoulder blades? If you have you know what I mean!

By this stage I have frozen.....like bloody petrified mate.....how would you be?
And if that wasn't enough, mate, I heard this faint throaty whisper:
"how do you like your coffee, big boy........strong and white.........and what should I say?"..........????

My primal instincts just took over mate....nerves....knees shaking and I knew that sweat was on it way......
You can readily appreciate the pickle I'm in and I impulsively dropped me Royal Daulton mug that me mum
gave me for me 40th on the tiled floor.....say no more and I'm out of there like a rabbit out of a flooded burrow!

But of course not all stories like this have a pleasant ending but this one does
because even though I'm in a leather of sweat, I woke up, had a shower and just
remembered that I had a meeting with me line boss about next years budget.