Talk:Dormouse/@comment-26380985-20160425103805/@comment-27800590-20160506011106

I look at the doormouse in the pot, then at my boss, asking if she knew there was a mamono hiding in there. She looks into the pot, then glares at the dormouse.

"If I knew there was someone in there I would've charged her rent!" She growls, tying to reach in to grab her, but not being tall enough. She gives me a look. "Would you?" She growls, and I sigh.

I reach into the vessel to grab the dormmouse, pulling her out carefully. As I do, I get a good wash with her demonic energy. My boss looks down at my now raging erection, and growls again. "You get two hours, and not in the shop. Go hide in the back room." I take my new dormouse to the back room and spend the next few hours drilling her.

I walk back out into the shop, with her hanging off my back, arms around my neck and nuzzling into my shoulder. My boss looks over at me, and then at her timepiece.

"You were gone for nearly four hours, I'm not paying you to screw." I nod, going back to work. I enjoy my new routine of work, my wife hangs off of my back and we spend some hours during the work day in the back room.