AND ENOUGH OF THIS

It had been a long morning for Marc.  Wake up, no shower.  Breakfast of a red onion and garlic omelet, with raw yellow onions on top.  And then off to the gym for his workout, dressed in an old fashioned gray sweatsuit.  He skipped his regular routine in favor of something more cardio related.  As in all cardio related, a half hour on a bike, another half hour on the elliptical, and then lap after lap on the track, around and around until he was wet with sweat.  He could smell his onion-based breakfast sweating from his pores.  He did not go shower or change out of his workout clothes, he simply hopped into his convertible with the top up and the heat blasting.  Marc crept in through the side entrance and sneaked into his office unseen, locking the door behind him.  He used his bathroom, and did not wipe.  As he was washing his hands, he heard the knock at the door that he had been dreading.  Marc opened the door and there she was, his boss; Mrs. Snyder.  He saw her many wrinkles and the sagging flesh of her neck.  He saw the gleam in her eyes as they shot directly to his crotch, saw the lizardlike flicker of her tongue across thin lips.  "Given any thought to my...proposal, Mr. Brown?" It wasn't a question.  She traced a bony finger down his chest and he shivered at the touch, but he swallowed it before he could audibly gag.  He nodded instead.  "Come on then big boy," she whispered, leaning in towards his neck. "Mama wants a taste."  Marc closed his eyes as he felt another bead of the only defiance he could muster run down between his shoulder blades and head south.  "Hope you like it," he murmured.