[Dr.Gonzo]

That's what he's called, Gay Letch. That's what I call him... because he's gay and a letch. Makes sense, right? I hate Gay Letch. I work with him and he brings me presents like Cherry Coke, Haribo, bacon sandwiches, lattes, and lots of other things. My girlfriend calls them 'I love you' treats. Now don't get me wrong, free sh*t is good. Very good. But at what price? Am I a *****? He stares at me with his peepers. I can't wear my black jeans to work anymore because they show too much of my arse and my package. I can't even bend down to pick a pen up when he's about. You know, last month I was making a brew and he slapped my arse as I walked past... wtf? His eyes always sink to my cock area when he's talking to me. He was burning holes in my arse just a minute ago so I thought I'd come and vent.

I feel like a piece of meat!

Anyone have something similar happen??