I had just finished cleaning the ladies’ room on the third floor when I noticed her. She was about four feet tall, maybe a little taller. She was watching me intently, and I nearly spilled my cart when I realized she was staring at my crotch. “What the hell are you doing here, kid?” It
It started with a message on my voicemail. “Hi babe. Those damn fuckers. I just got out of the meeting and I’ve had it. I’m going home. See you tomorrow.” I had some trouble hearing the message because she’d called from her car and the cell phone wasn’t living up to its advertised crystal clarity.
Delivering pizza is a job you can make a living from… if you have room mates, and as long as the tips hold out. You need to have a beater that you can repair yourself that also gets decent mileage. It can’t be too nice looking and the side that faces the customer’s house or
Men often complain that their wives aren’t interested in sex, but my husband doesn’t complain at all—I’m the one with the complaint! From early morning to late at night, my husband works as a heavy equipment salesman. He makes tons of money, but he never makes love to me except for a half-hearted effort on