scintillicious

    All through my appraisal, Mrs Johnson kept displaying... with a smile playing around her lips. I found it difficult to concentrate and avert my eyes, which kept being drawn down to where I desperately wanted to bury my face. "Hazel" she said at last, "why don't you go over and lock my office door, then come back and kneel down here where you keep looking.... I think we both want the same thing."