After rejecting telling the truth, that I wasn't interested in the drunken advances of my boss, I ran through the possible exits in my head. I could claim illness, but then she'd expect me to see the doctor tomorrow. The emergency on my phone was plausible, but maintaining the lie might prove difficult, is seen enough sitcoms to know that.
Eventually I ran out of options, and decided to just be really bad in bed and hopefully that would end it.
Instead, I was still the best she'd ever had. Which is really a shame when you think about it.
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