The female fantasies.

I have a boss nervously dissolved to the limit #ka. When she begins to splash out her wickedness on me again, I imagine that I have a heavy baseball beat in my hands, and I with a good stunt, with a throwback, from the heart, carry through half of her bald neck. I’ve noticed several times that after my “shock” she’s lacking enough to fully wear her brain, she begins to repeat and get confused in insults...
Probably, my appearance becomes not guilty or offended, but mysteriously dreamy. It must be that it defeats her from the desired degree of aggression and does not allow her to receive the former pleasure from the humiliation of the subordinate. And to get home to me lately it has become much less common.