. it was going on 9:pm and I was ready to call it a day, when one of the stock boys rolling a flat box on a store cart walking with the hot body woman... He looked at me and asked if I would help him put the box in her car, so out the door we went as we where trying to get this F'n heavy box in her car she was wanting some one to put the desk in the box together for her. He must have told her the store does not put then together 10 times. I just heard it to much and said I can put it together for. " So you were priced out of the market?" Exactly. No serious company would employ me as I didn't have the look or the vocabulary suited to a reputable company and the coffee shops and bars were full of girls happy to work on an 'all you can fuck' basis. There was nowhere for me to go." So what did you do?" I had no choice. I was found a café that was willing to let me work for free, but keep half of any 'extras' I earned." But that's criminal!" I know, but it was still the best I could get at. Somewhere about that point, she reached up and began to tug at the fatter woman’s stretch-pants…tugging and pulling until they came down and her hands could get between Cathy’s legs. Her friend’s belly was so fat and huge that the bottom of it overhung her pubic region. She’d never realized how fat Cathy’s gut was…as it had always been overshadowed by her gigantic cleavage. But the bitch had a massive sack of flab and it was in Angie’s way. It was time to take matters into her own hands. She. Even Ursula, when she had her meltdown, wasn't violent.There was no one I could talk to; certainly not my dad. I had to work this out on my own.I finally concluded that I could either try to break them of their behaviors, or go with the flow.As I put the aspirin bottle up, I noticed a white bottle next to it, with a post-it note on it with the word "Kevin" scrawled on it.I took out the mystery bottle. Under the bottle was a white piece of paper, folded in fourths. On the note it said:Kevin— I.