“I'll have another, Chuck. When you get a minute.”“Of course” the bald man smiled and attended to him right away. He set down the glass he'd b...en cleaning, picked up the bottle of Jack and poured another shot with skillful ease. The stout, burly bartender set it down in front of him with a grin. His mirthful expression faded as he reflected on how glum one of his regulars had seemed all night.“You OK, Owen? You look like your dog just died.”Chuck was the perfect bartender. Not just because he. My writing skill isn't anything to gloat about either, so be prepared for High School level of terribleness.Friday, December 27th, 2019. I walk into work for my swing shift as usual. My Boss calls me to the back of the store to talk me. She tells me that Heather, a co-worker of mine, “like likes” me and that she wanted to go on a date with me. I didn't know how to react or what to do with the information I was told. It would seem that Heather told my Boss to tell me without Heather telling me. He stared at both of us, as we watched him, our captivated attention on his penis drove him to 'Stuff it', longer than he intended, and gave him a reason to enjoy his liaison with the dead bird, two young girls looking at him, was his reason to orgasm, and as he washed himself at the sink, his sperm cooked at 200C, with an added onion in that abused cavity.His action was only one of my earliest memories, of men and the lengths they went to, to be seen. Back then we never desired, we were more. “Don’t make me override your ship, it...” Wren’s mother started.“HA! Like you ever could, I built Trigon with several thousands of override blocks. Plus, the fact that he has several brain cells of mine. So no, I foresee you NOT taking him over. Bye mother!” Wren sneered as she cut communication.Almost immediately the ship accelerated into hyper space. A quick look showed she should be there in about three hours. Just enough time to limber up, not good to meet her Master stiff as a board.Three.
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