Betty Gets Boinked

I was sitting at my desk, reading my email, when there was a knock on the office door. "It's open," I said. Betty Bukowski flounced in, smiling as if she'd just won the lottery. "I did it, Salty," she said. "I got boinked! Oh my, it was so heavenly!" Betty sat down in the chair next to my desk. "Well," I said, "I'm glad to hear you enjoyed it, Betty. I know you were concerned that your figure wouldn't be appealing enough, but, seeing that megawatt smile of yours, I'm guessing your figure wasn't even a factor." Betty giggled. "Yep, 'cause we did it doggy style! My guy took me from behind while I lay on my tummy. He had a nice rhythm and, oh wow..." I smiled. "Betty, I'm glad for you. I really am. You've made some amazing progress, and I think you have more confidence in yourself as a result. I'd say you're ready for the world, but now I think the world's ready for you!" Betty blushed. "Thank you, Salty. You..." There was a catch in Betty's voice. "You've been so kind and patient. I can't thank you enough." Betty reached into her purse, took out a small package, and placed it on my desk. "It's a little token of my appreciation. Thanks again." We both stood up and hugged. "I'm gonna go see some of the world, Salty. But I'll be back. You can count on that!"