Subconsciously, he'd learned to compartmentalize.

Subconsciously, he'd learned to compartmentalize. There was her, & then everyone else. Everyone else had a target on their back without a price tag attached. Clients set the price

by bidding against each other on a website. Sometimes the website had a "buy it now" price and people could have others killed in one purchase but most bidded for the hit because

it was fun to drive up the price. Ofcourse if noone outbid you and you couldn't pay... One day it happened and he wondered why he didn't ask himself that question before. The knock

ers on this broad were unbelievable! he thought to himself as he opened the door. She had his delivery but he didn't have the cash. He invited her in and asked if she'd like some

yarn to compensate. Fortunately, she was an avid knitter and dug his stash of bulky weight alpaca. They spent the rest of the evening making felted berets and tea cozies. The next

morning the bedroom was an official disaster area. Balls of yarn were unwound everywhere and tied to the bed, wearing only kinky knit bondage gear she lay passed out from

the activities of the day before, having stayed up well beyond her bedtime past dawn. Catnip spilled across the carpet. One leg was tangled and hoisted in yarn. Fur was strewn

all around the bedroom. Sergeant Cuddles nudged the girl laying next to him. He met her at the party. Was her name Sheila? Bubbles? Ms. Fritz? She didn't stir. The question changed

to " why can't I remember the names of random chicks I pick up for one nite stands?" Sergeant Cuddles was tired of dealing with that awkward situation every morning so he

went on a quest to find the love of his life, eventually settling down with a morbidly obese African lady and together they produced an entire platoon of little Cuddles.