Ultimately I concluded that notwithstanding the moral ambiguity of the whole event, my twisted libido really wanted more of the same. Okay, okay, maybe there was nothing ambiguous about it from a moral perspective, but I really wanted to see more of Sheila's s****l acrobatics, and I convinced myself that she probably wanted to show me more. If a voyeur is watching an exhibitionist, that is no harm, no foul for both parties, I told myself in a masterpiece of rationalization of my sketchy conduct.
By the time I returned home, I had come up with a plan. I concluded that I couldn't simply catch Sheila at the water cooler and ask her to meet me in the park for another mutual m**********n session. That would be too much of a concession to her of how sexy I thought she was. She had enough power
