Boots realized that her very public crush on Captain Portobello had caused quite a stir on OS. The female bloggers were already jealous of Boots’ sexiness and her ability to detail her sexual adventures with such rich and powerful men such as Michael…and now perhaps famous mob leader/ or monk and blogger from prison/monastery, Captain Portobello. Most importantly it was just the spark that Michael needed to realize that he would be lost without his Boots. Michael took notice and packed his sweatiest most frayed blue polo shirt up and gave the ball of material to his secretary to put in the mail to send to Boots.
Boots had been begging him for some token of his affection but Michaels’ inhibition about his body odor prevented him from sending her the desired smelly shirt. Boots wanted one of Micheal's worn old shirts that she would wear to bed and dream of the sweet scent emitted from his back hair. Micheal claimed that he could not do it because her husband would be alerted to their affair if she suddenly started to sleep with clothes- especially a worn out old smelly shirt.
Michael, though very rich, was very frugal and liked to keep his shirts until they fell off his body during his late nights at the office. Unfortunately for Boots, Michael’s secretary, Birdie Goldberg, also was mad with desire for this rich eligible bachelor. She had been screening Boot’s calls to the office for the past year. Birdie had wicked designs on her boss and never took one message of Boots pleading calls. The day that Michael gave her his smelly shirt, Birdie knew that she would have resort to the unthinkable.
That afternoon, Michael returned to his office only to find his steadfast Birdie missing from the desk outside his corner office. It was slightly peculiar given her conscientiousness and anal behavior to always take lunch at the same time. The door to his office was locked, given the confidential nature of his corporate law work, this was a common occurrence. When Michael walked into his office, he was surprised to find that Birdie was naked and sitting in his “sex chair”. Birdie had a pink vibrator inserted into her vagina. Michael could not help it but the sight of his flax eating, authoritarian, secretary aroused him so much. He was frightened by the sensation; his interactions with Birdie always gave him a familiar sensation of being with his mother.Birdie was sprawled out in the old wing chair leaning back with closed eyes. Michael tried to fight the erection that was taking over in his well worn khakis but his pants were so old and frayed, that the fly was starting to give way. The crotch was already slightly threadbare and his enormous penis was pushing those fibers ability to contain his …dignity.