I asked my senior colleague at work, who is so beautiful that my heart skips a beat just by meeting her eyes, ``I want you to go on a date with me this weekend.'' 'I was invited. At first, she refused because she thought it was bad for her, but she couldn't help but give in to the idea that it was the first and last time. Moreover, the date seems to be held under a mysterious rule: ``If you get an erection, go to the hotel.'' And on the day of the date, I was forced to kiss him everywhere: golf, billiards, shopping, rock bathing, and there was no way I could hold back my erection...
