Manager's Dilema
(Names changed to protect the guilty) Her hand was on my leg, just above my knee. She rubbed up and down, gently, just once before removing her hand. I didn’t think anything of it. We were on a works do, sitting around a table with a few other colleagues, drinking, laughing, having some fun. Over the next hour or so, it happened a few other times. Michelle moved closer to me, her hand staying longer and the past couple of...