She was tired of the jokes. "How can you

She was tired of the jokes. "How can you work in a rice cake factory and still be so overweight?"
The knife felt so light in her hands and non-existent in her purse. The metal detectors didn't register it because it was ceramic, so she was able to enter her tormentor's meeting
armed to the teeth. Killing her tormentor would be a hard task because she was giving a power point lecture at this meeting on Office Safety. Her plan was to call him up for
a quick nooner - then off him after he "arrived" at the hotel. She should be back in time to give the power point at work at the 1:30 meeting. If only she
had a job. The dirty work that she now found herself occupied with did little for her resume. What was it all about? She couldn't possibly be expected to "whore it up" (as her
friend Angela always did to get attention). Her self esteem had taken enough hits lately. She resolved herself to take the higher ground and opened up the want ads. Right off, she
noticed that there were lots of jobs in the escorts wanted category.
I've done the escort thing and been burned though. 'Escort' the man's hands somewhere else, thank you. No, we need a real job, something that involves my
hands rather that theirs. My 5 year old son asked why my ass was covered in a giraffe pattern when he walked in as I was changing clothes and saw my bruises. I told him it was a
thing Mommies and Daddies do when they love each other. But then he said, what if you love someone else's Mommy. Kids are way too smart these days.

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