Since I can't seem to give Marton his dildo and butt plug, I finally just mailed it to him. It should be arriving any minute now...

*Grinning as I roll over to face Marton.*

By the way, I have something for you.

He's been working too hard. Too much. I've almost worn the skin off my dick from whacking off so much.

So today I'm going out to get a present for him. I saw this mold that you could make once of your dick and then they could make it into a dildo. Or butt plug.

Heh.

*I step into the elevator at Microtech, smirk, and pull out my cellphone. Punching the number in, I wait for him to answer*

Marton, you have 5 minutes to get everyone out of your office, get naked, and get your recording in.

*a courier arrives at Marton's office and leaves a package for him with a letter attached*

( The letter )

*takes the box out of the closet*

*sits down at the table*

*opens it*

*runs my fingers lightly over the fake leather and the indentation of four letters in the center*

*quietly* Fuck.

I didn't even realize that's how I felt until he came in. Then it was just like, yeah. There. Then he said it and I think he felt badly about it until I said it back. And yeah.

I went out shopping today. What I got is still lying on my table in it's box. I know, because I am sitting and staring at it.

Even fake leather is fucking expensive. But this.. this is worth it.

I'm not sure when I will give it to Marton. Or even if he wants it, but it's here and I like it.

Marton, wondering if you want to try dinner, at say, 1830. Lemme know.

*calls up the number that Marton gave me*

Marton Csokas's office.