For our company's year-end outing, we decided to go on a trip to Hot Spring Island. After dropping us off there,
our usually pleasant boss and male colleagues burned all the female employees' ID photos.
The islanders grinned as they closed in on us, pointing at me and sizing me up like a cut of pork. "She's got a good figure. She looks like she can have boys."
I looked up in despair and saw a villa in the distance. I couldn't help blurting out, "Holy crap, isn't that the home of my online boyfriend, who claims to be the island's owner?"
