Forbidden fruit

I'm sitting here at work eating a mango. It somehow seems very wrong to be eating such a thing at work. The luscious texture of it, the juice slithering over your fingers, the fragrant messiness of it all. Mangoes are just dead sexy. So to eat one at work amongst shrieking phones and whinging public servants feels strange. And about as filthy as tossing aside piles of books and papers and shagging on the desk. Mwahaha! But I'm sure nothing like that ever happens around here. So I shall stick to my sweet n sticky mangoes.