The oral trainer entered one of many storage rooms for our backstock of yet unsold merchandise. "Hi sweetpea, me again." His sickeningly sweet tone juxtaposed his cruel intentions as he unzipped his pants. "Don't worry, I'll help you serve your purp
Stu sat comfortably in his Lazy boy recliner, sipping scotch, a jovial sound in his voice as he caught up over phone with one of his best friends. (More story in comments)
